No amount of painkillers could relieve the physical pain that Tully's missing forearm was causing her. It was always throbbing and hot but she had to endure it, it was a part of her life now. The constant pain wasn't the only thing that made it difficult for her to do everyday things, it was also the fact that she only had one hand left to do the things she had once taken for granted that made things hard. The morning after Tully spent the night with Negan, she experienced it first hand how difficult it was to do things she was so used to doing with her two hands before. She figured she was well enough to go back to working in the kitchen. However, even the simple task of chopping vegetables was difficult with her right hand. She was a left-hander and using her least dominant hand to do simple things was very challenging for Tully, especially when she knew she had to get such simple task done quickly.

Everyone else in the kitchen noticed that she was struggling of course. Jenny came to her rescue, offering to finish the task for her. Tully felt ashamed and useless…she can't even cut vegetables as fast as she was meant to. A task that would normally take her a couple of minutes lasted almost ten. "You're probably just still feeling weak and tired, why don't you go and rest," offered Jenny as she took over Tully's job.

Tully said nothing to disagree with Jenny, instead, she followed Jenny's advice. She knew that they were just trying to be nice and understanding. On her way out of the kitchen, everyone in the kitchen assured her that they will be fine without her and that she should take some time off to get better. Tully knew they pitied her. Nobody wanted to suffer from the terrible consequences she had suffered from as a result of her impulsive decision to leave the Sanctuary.

She eventually found herself in the bedroom she now shared with just Molly. There was no sign of Molly and she assumed that the little girl was somewhere, playing. She spotted a small pile of laundry waiting to be folded in the corner of the room and to make herself feel less useless, Tully occupied herself with the task. Just like the simple tasks in the kitchen, folding the laundry with one hand was slow and hard. Tully felt herself getting frustrated and it wasn't until she felt her nose getting runny that she realised that she had been crying.

"Stupid hand," frustrated, she muttered under her breath as she wiped her nose with the back of her right hand.

Another hand reached forward and grabbed the shirt she had been trying to fold off her lap. Quickly, Tully looked up and she instantly realized that it was Negan. Lazily, he sat on the floor across from her and began to fold the clothes for her with Tully watching him…in fact, she was gawking at him. "Since when did you learn how to fold clothes?" she blurted out, well aware that Negan doesn't do any chores. It was a job reserved for those who had to do it to earn daily points.

He looked at her. "I always knew how to fucking fold clothes, Candy," he chuckled. He finished folding one of Molly's shorts and placed it on top of the pile of folded clothes she started. "Now tell me, why are you crying this time?"

She clamped her mouth shut instantly. She blinked back at him, he was patiently waiting for her reply but Tully felt too embarrassed to tell him that she had been crying out of frustration. "I wasn't, my nose was just runny," she reasoned out. He was unconvinced but said nothing. "Why are you here?" this time, she was the one asking him a question.

She watched him as he took a number of things out of the pocket of his jacket. "Patrick said that you haven't paid him a visit to get your bandages changed," he explained, "so I'm here to get the job done because you're fucking stubborn."

She said nothing anymore. Instead, she let him hold her bandaged, amputated arm as he meticulously and carefully peeled the old bandages off. He was very gentle as he cleaned her wound and he would immediately stop whenever he would feel her flinch. Tully never really imagined Negan would be this gentle and caring…especially after how much pain she knew she caused him after their loss. She began to wonder whether he had truly forgiven her. Tully wanted to ask but she held back.

"This might hurt a little," he warned her as he dabbed some solution on her wound. He was very careful not to maximise the pain she was feeling while at the same time, he was doing the task so meticulously to make sure that her wound would heal properly. "Negan," she murmured quietly as she watched him finish bandaging her amputated arm, "thank you."

He stopped what he was doing and looked at her with a smile on his face. It was his dimpled, charming smile that she loved. It was the smile she always wished their baby would have. "For what?" he wondered.

"For everything," she claimed. He grinned and she found herself reaching forward and touching his cheek with her right hand. She could feel his stubble against her palm and she enjoyed that feeling.

"See, now that's what I'd like to see!" he exclaimed loudly as he pointed at her face. "I haven't seen you smile like this for a very long time, Candy and it's fucking beautiful." She didn't even realised that she was smiling until he pointed it out. With her arm now bandaged, she carefully wrapped both her arms around him and embraced him tightly. She opened her mouth, she was very close to telling him she loves him but before she could, Tully clamped her mouth shut and inhaled in his scent.

hey everyone! sorry for such a short chapter but don't worry, i'll make it up to you all on my next update

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