Author's Note: I just wanted to take a second to thank everyone for the reviews, especially Shutxthexfrontxdoor. I've been having so much fun talking to her about a mutual hatred for a particular character. The song is "In All My Dreams" from The Devil's Carnival. I didn't put all of the lyrics, that would be insane.

The following evening Hershel walked into Lucy's cell to check her wound and change her bandages. "How are you feeling?" he asked.

She shrugged, "Good. Bored. I'm tired of just laying here."

He gave her a smile, and started unwrapping her leg. She saw his eyes widen.

"What's wrong?"

"It's…"

She arched her eyebrows, "Yes?"

"It's scabbed over. You're healing very fast. Unusually fast."

She looked over at the stack of folders sitting on a small table. "The one on top," she said, pointing at them. "That one is mine."

He picked it up and flipped open the folder. Paper clipped to one side was her picture, she looked terrified. Her long hair was tangled and wet, and she wore a plain grey t-shirt with a serial number on it. He scanned the pages that had been attached to the other side. It had her basic information like name and date of birth, her blood type, height, weight, et cetera. Then there were pages of test results, numerous blood, endurance, speed, strength.

"They were trying to fix their mistake before it got out of control. They thought they could fix their mistake, but the epidemic spread so quickly."

"Why didn't you just tell us?"

"Would you believe it if you didn't see it for yourself?"

He shook his head, "Probably not."

"I didn't have a need to tell anyone sooner, and then after this happened, I could only wait for it to heal. I didn't want to cut myself open on purpose; it would slow down the process."

"So you're not going to turn?" Hershel asked.

She reached up and pulled the collar of her shirt down, showing the scars on her shoulder, "I didn't last time."

He sighed and sat the folder back down, "I'll go get the key for your cuffs."

She smiled.

Merle appeared at her door a few minutes later, "How you feelin' sugar plum?"

She raised an eyebrow; he very rarely called her that. "I'm fine."

He looked at her still unwrapped leg. "You're lookin better." He sat down on the bed next to her. He looked at her. She wore an oversized t-shirt, and a pair of boy shorts style underwear. Her legs were still so thin, but he could see the well-toned muscles. He knew underneath the t-shirt she had well-defined abs. He took a deep breath, and let it out a little loudly.

She smirked, "This must remind you of old times, me half-naked and cuffed to the bed."

"I never cuffed you to the bed."

"No," she shook her head slightly, "you just held my wrists down so I couldn't move."

He sighed and looked down at his lap.

"You even broke my wrist once or twice."

"And how many times did I crack your ribs?"

"Once, but you got four of them. And you broke my nose, busted my lip so many times…" she trailed off, remembering his brutality.

He frowned; he had hurt her so many times, not just emotional wounds, but physical ones. He had broken her.

They could hear Beth start to sing below them, "The ship, it swayed, heave ho, heave ho, on the dark and stormy blue…"

"She has a great voice," Lucy remarked.

Merle nodded. "You do too."

She didn't reply.

Rick walked in; wordlessly he unlocked the cuffs, and then left the room. Lucy sat up, tucking her right leg in, and rubbed her wrist that had been cuffed.

"Would you like for me to wrap your leg back up?" Merle asked.

She shook her head, "It'll be fine."

He frowned again. "You'll know I'll never be able to say I'm sorry enough times."

She pursed her lips together. "Words don't mean much."

"…Oh, I will sleep when we reach shore, and pray we get there soon…"

Lucy stood, slightly wobbly. She bounced slightly, testing her leg to see how much weight she could bare to put on it. Then she grabbed her shorts.

"Lucy," Merle said his voice low. He never ever, in all the time they knew each other, called her that.

She looked at him.

"I would do anything to prove to you that I'll never hurt you again."

She put her shorts on and fastened them. "It's gonna take a lot."

He nodded, "I know."

"…A storm is brewin in the south; it's time you go to sleep…"

Lucy stood there, staring at him. There was pain in his eyes.

"Tell me what I have to do," he pretty much whispered.

She stepped closer to him, and he reached out, taking her hand. He pulled her closer, and leaned his head against her. She placed her hand on his head; he wrapped his other arm around her, holding her.

"…Like Jonah, we'll be swallowed whole and spat back teeth and bones…"

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She wanted to believe him. She wanted to trust him again. She pulled away from him, but he didn't let go of her hand. He stood.

She stared into his eyes for a few moments. He let go of her hand and reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

She turned away and left the cell. She walked down the steps were everyone sat around, listening to Beth sing.

Merle followed right behind her.

"…But I don't want to go to sleep, in all my dreams I drown…" Beth brought her song to a close.

"Captain, captain, I will do your chores, I will warm your cot at night, and mop your cabin floors. Scold me, hold me, I'll be yours to keep. The only thing I beg of you, don't make me go to sleep. The sky it flashed, heave ho, heave ho, his pillow dulled the brink, the curtains ran between my legs as we began to sink…" Everyone turned to look at Lucy as she continued the song.

Beth joined back in with her, "I closed my eyes, heave ho, heave ho, as the ship was rent and felled. Eddie's in the water headed to the mouth of Hell. Hush, now, hush, love, here's your gown, there's the bed, lantern's down. I'm begging you, please wake me up. In all my dreams I…"

Everyone was still looking at Lucy. "I didn't know you could sing," Daryl said.

She shrugged, "My mother played the piano. When I was a little girl, I'd sit on the bench beside her, and we'd sing together. She had the most beautiful voice."

"Do you play too?" Beth asked.

Lucy shrugged, "She taught me a little bit, I was never very good though. I would always hit the wrong keys."