"What's wrong with her?" I heard a voice say. I was awake now but didn't open my eyes.

"Well, I'm not really sure." Another voice said. I think it's Dr. Carson and Eugene. "Her fever has gone down, though, so that's good. You said she just passed out?"

"It's all I saw." Eugene said. "Plus the look of pure pain etched on her face."

"Well, I think maybe—

"I know what it is." I finally spoke. I weakly rolled over so I could look at them. "It was probably just my stupid endometriosis."

"Really?" Dr. Carson asked. "Has this happened before?"

"Yeah." I cleared my throat. "But this time was worse. I never actually passed out from it before."

Dr. Carson had a concerned look on his face. I hate when doctors look at you like that. "I think maybe I should take a look at you."

I rolled over and sighed. "Fine." I hate this kind of stuff.

"Let me just grab and few things first." He turned to Eugene. "Would you sit with her?"

"Why's that?" Eugene asked.

"She shouldn't be alone." Dr. Carson stated. "And she's your friend."

"Traveling companion." Eugene said. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Okay. Do you want her to die?"

"No."

Good answer!

"I'll be back soon." Dr. Carson smiled at me and walked out of the room.

"Hey, traveling companion." I said sarcastically. "Come sit down. You look worse than me."

"Mm. I don't appreciate that, because you look like a potato and shit casserole." Eugene said stupidly.

I rolled my eyes. "Sit."

He finally sat down in a chair next to my bed. He always had this nervous look on his face.

I swallowed and realized how dry my throat was. I began coughing and reached for the glass of water on the bedside table but got a pain in my pelvic area and winced. Eugene noticed and handed me the glass. I drank it down.

"So…" I started, "are you gonna help me get Dr. Carson out of here?"

He gave me a weird look. "Given that this building is currently surrounded by a Wilkes-Barre of walkers, I don't see an escape attempt without putting to use the same flawed technique of innards that you used, which I'd rather not do…ever."

I tilted my head to one side. "Come on, Eugene."

"What you may have forgotten in your request is that I am a small person who does not stick his neck out for anyone other than himself. I stick firmly within my lane without any need for a signal, hand or automatic."

"No." I swallowed hard. "I didn't forget. All I want is for you to do the right thing." I shook my head.

"And what is said definition on that?"

"Can't say I ever sussed it out." I shrugged. "Right for some can be downright horrific for others, and knowing that has kept me alive when so many have…disappeared." I looked down for a moment and sighed. "But it requires faith, trusting yourself. Believing that you can do things that you never would have thought you were capable of doing before. Is that so hard?"

"It's absurd."

"Is it?" I sat up a little. "You're a man of science who not too long ago would've found it impossible to believe that the dead could walk. So maybe…maybe it's not impossible to believe that you will know what the right thing is when the time comes. And then you will. You'll act."

He just sat there staring at me. I rubbed my hands together. "But other than that…you owe us." I glared at him. His demeanor seemed to change along with mine. "If Glenn and Maggie and whoever else would have left you back there after you lied about being a scientist, you would've died. You never would have made it this far. So many of us went out of our way to keep you safe and for what? Betrayal?" I shook my head. "So you owe us. ALL of us." I leaned a little closer to him and narrowed my eyes. "Do the right thing for once."

Eugene exhaled sharply and stood up. He looked like he wanted to say something but didn't.

Dr. Carson reentered the room an Eugene rushed out.

"What was that all about?" He asked.

"Don't ask." I shook my head.

"Okay." He chuckled. "So, you ready for this?"

I sighed. "Just do it."

After my embarrassing examination, Dr. Carson concluded that I had a cyst on one of my ovaries that burst and that's why I was in so much pain and passed out.

"Are you still in pain?"

"A little." I nodded.

"I'm gonna head to the marketplace, see if they have any herbs down there, try some Eastern medicine on you. Maybe make you some herbal tea. How does that sound?"

I smiled. "That would be nice. Thank you."

I stayed in bed and followed Dr. Carson's orders. The pain seemed to subside after some time. I was okay with staying there, though, because I didn't want to be locked up again in that cold, dark, dirty cell.

Dr. Carson was telling me about his early days as a doctor when we heard a knock on the door. A woman came into the room before either of us said anything.

"Hey," she said, "I'm taking her outta here." She nodded towards me. "Big guy's orders."

My stomach felt sick for a second.

"I think she needs to rest up a little more. She's not ready yet." Dr. Carson tried.

"Sorry, nothing I can do about that." She said. "Negan wants to see her."

My eyes widened a bit. This can't be good. What could he possibly want with me? I gasped. Maybe Eugene told him about me asking him to help me get the doctor out of here! Oh no!

"You." The woman said to me. "Let's go."

I swallowed hard and slowly got out of bed. I followed the woman into the hallway.

"My name's Rachel." She stated. "And your…Abby?"

I nodded.

"Well, we're gonna get you a shower," she glanced me up and down then grimaced, "and some clean clothes."

I narrowed my eyes at her. "Why?"

"Because Negan said so. I don't ask questions, I take orders."

I scoffed.

"Got a problem with that, bitch?"

She caught me a little off guard by that. I let out a small laugh. "You're callin' me a bitch? You're the one who just said, 'I don't ask questions, I take orders.' Sounds like you're the bitch, not me. All of you are." I smirked.

She glared at me. "Yeah, well…more of your friends are dead than mine."

"Oh really?" I widened my eyes to mock her.

"What? You didn't hear?" She stopped in front of a door. "Oh yeah, I guess you wouldn't have."

"What are you talking about?" I tried to sound uninterested but at the same time I was because I had no idea what she was talking about.

"Your friends. At the place with the king…they're all gone. We destroyed them." She smirked.

I thought about what she just said then I shook my head. "I don't believe that."

Rachel chuckled. "Believe what ya want, kid," she opened the door and pushed me inside, "but it's the truth."

What? The kingdom is gone? I was panicking inside.

"This is my room." Rachel stated. "Nice, isn't it?" Without giving me time to react, she then said, "Bathroom's that way. I'll be nice and let you use MY shower. But first, your clothes. Give them to me."

I blinked at her. "Can't I just take them off in the bathroom and throw them out to you?"

"Can't I just take them off in the bathroom and throw—" She imitated me. "No. Give them to me. Now."

I sighed. "Whatever." I kicked my shoes off first then quickly took my clothes off and handed them all to her. I used my arms to cover up my nakedness.

She cringed at my dirty, smelly clothes. "You can get into the shower now."

I wanted to laugh at her but didn't. "Thanks." I vamoosed into the bathroom.

I let the hot water cascade over me while thinking about everything that has happened. This new information about the Kingdom had really got me scared. If Rachel is telling the truth then I don't know where this leaves us. And I'm stuck here. I leaned against the wall. I don't know how long I was in there but I was brought out of my reverie by Rachel's voice.

"Hello?" She yelled. "Hot water is limited here. Get out!"

I quickly turned the water off, grabbed a towel and stepped out.

"What the hell were you doing in there?" She looked down at the dirt on the shower floor and grimaced.

"Sorry, guess I was due for a rinse." I laughed.

"You're cleaning that later." She said. "Come on, hurry up." She pushed me out of the bathroom.

"Okay, geez." I said. I saw clothes folded on the bed. "These for me?"

"Yeah. They won't fit good. It's all I could find."

"That's okay. I don't mind." There was a pair of sweatpants that were baggy on me and a shirt that was a little too small. You could see about an inch or two of my skin. I also put my shoes back on. I decided to try and stall her for as long as I could. The truth was…I was nervous about going to talk with Negan. I eyed a picture that was framed on the end table. It was of Rachel and some guy.

"Is that your boyfriend?" I asked.

"What?"

"The photo."

"Oh." She said. "Yeah."

She seemed like she didn't want to talk about it. "Is he here, too?"

"No. He's dead."

"Sorry." I looked down. "Was it before or during?"

"During." Rachel stated. "Negan killed him."

I gasped. Was she serious? He kills her boyfriend and she joins him?

"He was a good man." She continued. "That photo was taken in Cancun. Right before the turn happened. I went through hell to find it. It's just a damn photograph but still…"

"I completely understand." I said.

She huffed. "What you're gonna try to be nice to me now? We're still enemies, remember?"

"No. We're just two people having a conversation."

She just looked at me.

I sighed. "Can I ask you something?"

She raised an eyebrow.

"Why?" I said. "Why do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Do what that asshole says? And not just you, all of you." I was shaking my head. "Why don't you all just get together and waste him? There's way more of you than him."

She smirked at me. "Listen, kid, even if we wanted to do that it wouldn't matter. If Negan wasn't in the picture anymore someone else would just take over. Things wouldn't be any different."

"How do you know that, though? I mean…it could even be you. You don't want this."

"You don't know me." Rachel snapped. "You don't know what I want."

I glared at her. "So, Negan kills your boyfriend and you're fine with that?"

"There wasn't anything I could do. Just like now."

"That's not true! You can! Just convince your friends that your lives could be better without Negan."

She looked like she was thinking for a moment. "No." She shook her head. "No. Negan saved me. We save people. You people just don't get that."

I glared at her. Is she serious? I could slap her right now. "No. You people are the ones that don't get it."

"Great. So, we done here?" She quickly stood up and turned her back to me. I took notice to the gun tucked in it's holster on her belt. "Negan is probably waiting. If he's mad I'm blaming you."

I looked down for a minute. "You know what? You're right." I stood up and walked a little closer to her. "I don't know you." I hesitated. "But you don't know me either." I quickly grabbed her gun. She spun around but I was quicker. I stepped back and pointed it right at her. "Don't make me do it." I said wide eyed. "I WILL pull this trigger."

Rachel breathed heavily. "If you do then the others will just rush in here and kill you. It's a lose/lose for both of us."

"It might go down that way. Or I might just get away before that happens. Then you lose your life and your killer gets off free."

She scowled at me but eventually she put her hands up. "What do you want?"

"Good. Now turn around."

She did slowly. I took her knife. "Okay. Now, listen."

She turned back around to face me.

"You're used to giving orders to people like me, right?" I took the safety off the gun. "Well today, I'm giving the orders. Bitch."

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