A/N Two months will pass in this chapter.
"Negan? Negan," Lucille cries.
Huh? What? What's with all the bright lights? Fuck, I'm going to puke. When I finally come around, two doctors and a nurse are standing over me.
Lucille sobs quietly against my hand.
What the… fuck?
"Negan, do you know where you're at right now," one of the doctors ask me.
I can't really form complete sentences. I'm slow to react to everything. The last thing I remember is driving my… fuck.
"Negan, an SUV t-boned you at seventy miles per hour on the driver's side. You're at the hospital, and frankly, very lucky to be alive," the doctor recollects.
Yeah. Lucky me. I look around the room to see gifts from my students. Cards and balloons. Flowers? The hell, who brought me those? I guess the gesture is nice.
Other than my coma and concussion, I didn't sustain any broken bones. Just a few minor cuts and nasty bruises. I think the worst part is this catheter in my piss hole. My eyes shift back over to the flowers. They're dried up. "How long have I been unconscious?"
"A little over two weeks."
Fuck. The playoffs. Which I would later find out that we lost.
Once I'm released from the hospital, I often find myself sitting in the recliner in my empty garage. My car couldn't be salvaged. It's in a storage facility, but the repair bill is not something I'll ever be able to afford on my salary. The entire reason I got into that wreck just upsets me even more. After the fight with Lucille and Vin, I started messing around with any woman that would look my way. I got into it big time with one of them and left pissed off. Now I'm here. I sigh because this is karma. Karma for… what did Vin call me? A shitter? Yeah, I'm that.
"Gosh, you've been out here for hours. Baby, if I could afford to fix that car for you, I would. I know how much you loved it."
I fold my arms and look away from her with a pout. "You hated that car," I mumble.
"But I love you."
This actually gets me a pity blow job. Lucille sure has been… generous since my wreck.
"You like that?"
I raise my eyebrow up and nod.
"Come inside and I'll finish you off."
Two hours later I'm still sitting in this chair with my pants around my ankles. I'm just so fucking numb. I've lost everything because I'm stupid. I fucking loved that car...
"Happy Birthday," Lucille tells me. "I have something for you. It's out in the garage."
God, I hope it's a noose.
"Come on. Get off the couch."
I know the sooner I do it, the faster she'll shut the fuck up.
"Ta-da!"
My eyes skim the ping-pong table. I do love ping-pong, but I just keep thinking about the five hundred dollars she spent that could have gone towards my car. "Thanks," I reply.
"Do you want to play?"
"No. I'm going out for a little bit."
Even my birthday threesome is disappointing. I've always wanted to fuck two women at the same time, but this just ends up being a lot of work trying to stay hard. I end up kicking them out of the motel so I can sulk in peace.
I've been staring at this phone now for a while. Fuck it. I pick it up and dial Vin. I just… need to talk to her. Even if she tells me to fuck myself. At this point, I really have nothing to fucking lose.
The beard brushing against the receiver gives Niko away before his voice does. "Yeah," his harsh voice asks.
I slam the phone down so hard I break it. "Fuck!" I yank it from the wall and throw it out of the goddamn window. In the minibar are ten small bottles that I chug. It's three am. What's he doing at her hotel at three am? He sounded like he just woke up. This is going to fucking kill me.
I lost my job at the high school today. Being hungover from my birthday didn't exactly help my cause as I plead for it back. They're not completely without sympathy because I'm giving a job at the middle school coaching gym.
"Did they say why?" Lucille asks.
"Why do you think, Lucille? I drink too much. I swear too much. I'm tardy too much." Fuck, I thought that was just for the kids, but I guess it's for the coaches too.
"It's ok, we'll make it work."
I don't even fucking care if I lose the house. One less bill.
"What the fuck, Negan?"
Here it goes. My daily bitchfest with Lucille. I wonder what it is I did today?
"You're a role model to these kids. I've got their parents on the phone saying you cussed them out?!"
Oh, right. That. "Only one of them! And I was just messing with them."
"Have you lost your mind? The school is going to fire you."
If we're being honest, the shit that comes out of these filthy fucker's mouth is ten times worse than anything I've ever heard at the high school. Now I have to think what to say to pacify this bullshit so I can get back to sulking. "The school?! These kids aren't going to respect me if I have a stick up my butt outside of school. I have to be the cool teacher. You should hear the shit they say!"
"Yeah, but they're not-" Lucille's eyes roll back in her head and she hits the pavement outside.
The fuck… I rush to her side. She's completely unconscious. "Oh, god! Wake up. Wake up!"
"She okay?" My neighbor asks.
"Call nine-one-one!"
A/N I really loved writing this chapter. It was cathartic especially after my wreck and losing my first Mustang. That's one of the reasons Negan was so pouty. Thank you for all the feedback, I really appreciate it. The outbreak is near, all! Get ready!