Well I'm the worst...

So sorry for the long silence, my summer was actually crazier than my school year, Also, writers block is a bitch.

So, I'm back now, and I'll hopefully be uploading at least once a week, but don't hold me to that. I should be faster now that I know where I'm taking this story. I regret to tell you that it will be ending soon :(

Anyways, enjoy!


"Anything?" Carl asked as everyone filed back into the church.

"No." Rick sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Daryl and Carol come back yet?"

"No." Carl surveyed the group that had entered the church behind his father, noticing they were missing one person. One very important person. "Where's Blake?" He asked, obvious worry in his voice.

Rick turned a full circle, scanning the church rapidly. "We thought she was already back."

"No, she's not." Michonne went to Carl's side as he whispered the words that no one had wanted to hear, the ones that meant they may have lost another group member.

Before anyone could say anything else, Gabriel came out of his office. Rick lumbered forward and pinned the priest to the wall by his shoulders. "You have something to do with this?" He growled. "You show up and four of our people go missing? Seems pretty convenient."

"I swear, I had nothing to do with it!" Gabriel was visibly terrified. "I've not been in contact with anyone outside of this church until you showed up!"

"Bullshit!" Carl's voice matched Rick's growl. "They would never just run off like this!"

"I'm sorry but I'm telling the truth!"

"Guys!" Glenn's voice cut through the argument. "Someone's outside." A faint whistle pierced the air and everyone ran out the front door, weapons readied.

"Bob!" Sasha's shriek was horrified and angry as she saw her partner laying in the grass, missing half a leg. No one else was visible in the dark forest.

"Get him inside." Rick grunted. Everyone followed as Tyreese and Sasha carried Bob inside. Carl linger a moment after everyone went back into the church, hoping to catch sight of Blake's golden hair. He didn't see any sign of his friend, but he shivered when he saw the red 'A' painted in what was probably blood on the side of the church.

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The light gave Blake a headache before she even opened her eyes. Everything seemed too bright. And artificial. All she wanted to do was go back to sleep. She hadn't slept in days considering her unconscious hours were plagued with nightmares of her sister dying. It was so nice to not have any dreams… 'Why didn't I have any dreams…?'

Suddenly, Blake remembered what had happened and why she was asleep. Her eyes immediately flew open and she found herself staring at a bright, white ceiling. The memory of getting shot twice and being dragged into a black car pounded at the inside of her skull, but the recollection did nothing to tell her where she was.

Blake sat up and realized she was sitting in a bed. A hospital bed. And there was a heart rate monitor obnoxiously beeping next to the bed. She was attached to the monitor and a few other machines, one of which she suspected to be distributing morphine or some other pain medication considering her mind was foggy and she couldn't feel either of the gunshot wounds. Blake immediately ripped the tubes out of her arm and the electrodes that were attached to the heart monitor off of her chest, causing the machine to produce one constant tone. For the first time, she realized she was wearing a hospital gown, which left her feeling much too exposed.

"Why the hell am I in a hospital..?" She wondered aloud and she attempted to get out of the bed. As soon as she attempted to put any weight on her legs, Blake's knees buckled and she hit the ground hard. Blood appeared on her gown moments later, leaking from the bullet wound in her side.

Blake forced herself to her feet, clutching the rail on the bed for support as she rummaged through the drawer of the bedside table, searching for something she could use as a weapon. She ignored the slowly increasing ache in her leg and stomach.

The drawer was full of medical supplies, mostly bandages, gauze rolls and extra tubing, but Blake found a single syringe. "Air in the blood stream could be fatal if distributed to the right area." She mumbled to herself, reciting one of the warnings she had seen in one of her father's textbooks.

Suddenly, Blake heard voices and footsteps outside of the door to the room she was in. She did her best to look threatening as she clutched a syringe in one hand and the bedrail in the other.

The door was unlocked and thrown open and a man in a lab coat rushed in followed by a woman in a police uniform.

"Hey, relax." The man held his hands up to show he meant no harm. "My name is Doctor Steven Edwards, this is Officer Dawn Learner. You're safe here."

Blake stared the adults down, but her hands were shaking.

"Put the syringe down." Dawn said, moving a hand to her gun. Blake didn't oblige. "I said put it down." Dawn began to pull the gun from the holster but Edwards stopped her.

"Hey, hey! There's no need for that." Blake could tell he was referring to the condition she was in. There was no way she would be able to attack them. Edwards turned his attention back to Blake once Dawn put her gun away. "Looks like you ripped your stitches. I'll have to fix that."

"Dr. Edwards here saved your life." Dawn seemed to have calmed down since Blake's defiance moments earlier. "Which means you owe us."

Blake forced her face to hold the same expression: a mix of anger and indifference.

"You were shot twice." Edwards began, as if Blake didn't know. "I was able to extract the bullets, but you shouldn't be out of bed yet."

"Can you tell us your name?" Dan asked in a demanding tone. "It's common courtesy."

Blake just remained silent.

"Wow, you're a difficult one, aren't you?" Dawn turned away from Blake, towards the door. "Fix her up. I want her working by tomorrow."

"Yes ma'am." Edwards' tone was mocking as Dawn left the room. "I don't mean you any harm."

Blake stared back, wanting so badly to tell the man off, but holding her tongue. She wasn't going to reveal any information about herself or her group to these people.

"Alright then." Edwards took a tentative step forward and Blake flinched forward, threatening him with the syringe. "Okay, okay. I won't come any closer. But I do need to fix your stitches. Unless you want to bleed out that is."

Blake had completely forgotten about the blood running from her abdomen down her left leg. The aching from the two bullet wounds was getting worse now that the pain killers were wearing off, and her knees were becoming increasingly weak.

"You should sit down before you fall down." Edwards advised, seeing the shaking in Blake's arms and legs. She just grunted.

'When did I turn into Daryl?' She thought.

"Alright then." Edwards sighed. "I suppose we'll just have to wait until you pass out from blood loss or collapse from weakness."

Blake's gaze didn't waver. She was used to pain, this guy's threats didn't scare her. Although, his threats did ring true. As the minutes passed between them, Blake could feel her knees getting shakier. Her wounds also began to throb painfully. After an indiscernible amount of time, Blake found herself unconscious before she hit the hard tile floor.


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