I'm SOO sorry I haven't updated in forever! I have been super busy and I got sick a few days ago. And on top of that, I have two other stories to work on. I'll try and make it work, though. :)
"Philip, she's been out for three days. I don't think she'll wake up if you leave her for a few hours. The people are getting concerned and need answers..."
"Then go give it to them. I'm not leaving until I know she's okay."
"But sir-"
"Just do it!"
I could hear the sounds of people bickering. I was far too dazed to remember who the first person was, but I could hear them. With every bit of strengh I could possibly muster, I slowly forced my eyes to open. The first thing I caught sight of was the person standing by the door; not a thing, but rather a person. Philip.
He glanced down at me, and I noticed the bloody gauze over his right eye. What happened while I was out?
"Philp... what... what happened to you?"
He walked over to my bed, crouching beside it. He took my hand in his and sighed.
"We were attacked by some members of a group who took over a prison. Michonne... she came back and almost killed me."
As he told me what had taken place in three days, I grit my teeth and pulled myself up into a sitting position. My left shoulder ached terribly with every movement I made, but I could honestly care less at the moment.
"Oh my god.. are you alright?! Is everyone else okay?" My heart raced. He just stayed silent, a bit of a grim look sweeping over his face.
"We lost a few people. They took Merle," he paused. "Haley's dead."
I nodded numbly. Things just got better and better in my world, now didn't they?
"I promise that if they ever come back, they won't leave alive." He leaned over a bit and gave me a tiny peck on the lips. Although it wasn't very much, it did make my now horrible mood lighten up a little.
He rose to his feet and headed to the door, turning to me before he left.
"I won't let anything happen to you anymore."
Over the course of four days, my arm was close to being healed. The bullet was shot from a far distance, so therefore it didn't go very deep or cause much damage, but it was deep enough for it to need a small operation to retrieve it.
On a more personal note, the 'relationship' between Philip and I got stronger.
All I'm going to say is that the night I was allowed to leave the infirmary, I stayed at his house and things went a bit further than expected, if you catch my drift...
After that. I truly did believe there was something happening between him and I. A spark of some sort went off in my stomach whenever I'm around him, and whenever he hugs me, or kisses me, it makes me feel as though I've died and came back to life.
The effect that man has on me is one nobody has ever made me feel.
It was around noon when I had my first bad experience with Karen. She had been sitting on the curb talking with Rowan. I had been right around the corner out of their sight when I heard my name pop up.
"-Sadie go into his house two days ago. She didn't come back out until morning."
"Do you think that she and the Governor are... sleeping together?"
What Karen said next was what really set me off.
"I'd bet every gun in the world she's paying him to. She must have been a hooker before all this happened."
My jaw dropped as I crept up behind them, rage filling my voice.
"Having a nice talk?!"
Both of them jumped up, stammering like idiots.
"Oh Sadie... we weren't... that wasn't.."
"Please don't be mad..."
I crossed my arms, glaring.
"If either of you think I'm sleeping with the Governor, that's as smart as letting yourselves get bit. And by the way, I'm not," Tears welled up in my eyes from how betrayed I felt. "I was never a hooker!"
And with that, I left them standing there in shock and regret as I hurried off, small sobs escaping my lips each time their cruel words replayed in my head.
I hope you guys liked this chapter!
And if you're confused, in this fanfic, Rowan was never f*** buddies with the governor (excuse my langauge!).
If anyone was OOC, my apologies are given for that.
