"Baby, what did you do with our new prisoner?" Bentley asked when they returned to the Sanctuary after creating one hell of an obstacle course.
"He's down in the cells. I've got one of the guys on it," Negan replied as he ran his hand over her back and around her waist, pulling her toward him.
"Can I crack him? He looked easy to break," she replied as she leaned into his embrace, trying not reveal how tired she actually was.
"No, Baby," Negan replied, "I need you to take it easy for a little bit. Go see Dr. Carson and then take a nap, do you understand?"
"Wanna help me fall asleep?" she asked with a wink.
Negan let out a guttural laugh, "I wish I could, Baby, more than anything but it seems like Sherry caused some trouble and let Daryl out and got all the other ladies riled up since they've been let go. I have to see what Dwight can find out since it was his bitch. I'll see you in a bit," he said as he leaned down and placed his lips to hers.
Bentley kissed back, teasing him with her tongue as she let go and walked away to the Doctor's office.
"What can I help you with, Bentley?" Dr. Carson asked as he saw her walk through his door.
"I'm on orders from the boss to get a quick check up after my injuries a few days ago and then I am supposed to get some sleep. Do you have time?" she asked.
Dr. Carson nodded, "Of course. Take a seat."
Dr. Carson checked her out and asked, "Have you been taking it easy since I saw you?"
"As easy as I could. Why?" she asked, playing it off but getting a little worried because of his tone.
"Your ribs have been further injured and because of you expanding uterus, your left lung is in danger of being punctured. You need to be on bedrest for two weeks until this heals and I will be checking on you everyday. Do you understand? This is serious, Bentley," he explained.
Bentley couldn't fake her strong standoffish nature as he spoke so she simply nodded.
"Go to your room and lay down," he ordered, "Don't do anything else. I'll explain your condition to Negan so he fully understands your limitations."
Bentley walked down to her room, moving slowly as she did but as she was on her way there, she noticed a few of the women, previously her competition, speaking with the prisoner from Alexandria.
"What are you ladies doing?" Bentley asked, outright, "I hope it's been approved by Negan," she warned.
"What do you mean by that?" the man asked, his southern accent thick.
"Don't pay her any attention," Amber directed his attention back to her, "She is Negan's little favorite."
"So, shouldn't I listen to what she says?" he replied.
"Yes, you should. Ladies, please leave the prisoner alone," Bentley replied, "And don't give me any trouble because it won't be worth the trouble."
Amber huffed as she looked at the man, "Think about what we asked you for. I'll find you later," she said as she walked away with the other women.
"What did they want you to do?" Bentley asked, her tone serious.
"They wanted me to design a suicide pill because they said they are miserable and want their lives to be over," the man replied, "My name is Eugene, by the way."
"They're just upset because they recently lost their jobs," Bentley replied, "It would be smart of you not to associate with them, especially if you have any hope of getting on Negan's good side. Life is good when you obey his rules, Eugene." After she said her peace, she turned and continued her journey to her room and when she got there she saw Amber waiting outside her door.
"You don't have control over everything we do, Bentley," she threatened.
"I never said I did," Bentley replied, noting Amber was blocking her way, "If you think about it, I was warning you which keeps you safe. May I enter my room, please?"
Amber shook her head, "Not until you explain to me why Negan would suddenly drop all of us for you. It's not like he just met you and you're the best he's ever had. He's been getting the same thing from all of us for quite some time, so what changed?"
"I guess he just got sick of pretending to be interested in the rest of you for anything but sex," Bentley replied, narrowing her eyes at Amber.
Amber moved forward toward Bentley causing Bentley to brace for potential impact that she could not afford, "How dare you say that about the rest of us! We were all as important to him as you are! You are a real bitch to force him to give up the rest of us so you can have him all to yourself and you've subjected us to work."
"Please back away, now," Bentley replied, her tone calm.
"Why? I thought you weren't afraid of us?" Amber said as she moved closer pinning Bentley against the wall.
Bentley took a deep breath, hiding the wince of pain it caused, and pulled her knife out of the back pocket of her jeans, "Back away."
Amber moved forward further causing Bentley to react quickly and thrust her knife forward straight into Amber's arm that was moving toward her. Amber dropped to the floor, yelling, "Bitch!"
"I warned you," Bentley said as she turned to walk away, "I'll go get Dr. Carson."
Bentley walked back through the halls and into the exam room to find Negan in there with the Doctor. Negan turned to see her and frowned, "Baby, the good Doctor here just told me that you are on bedrest and yet here you are. Why is it so hard for you follow orders, Baby?"
Bentley shook her head, "I was following orders but Amber attacked me at my door and I stabbed her so I was coming to get the Doctor to help her. I didn't aim to kill."
"She attacked you?" Negan replied, his face taking on a dangerous expression, "Sherry let the prisoner go and now Amber attacks my Baby? This shit is getting out of hand. Doc, go take a look at her and I will personally put Bentley to bed."
"No funny business, Negan," Dr. Carson warned, "Her condition is serious."
"I understand, Doc," Negan replied as he wrapped his arm around her waist supportively, "C'mon Baby, you'll be safe in my room."