All Nightmare Long

Chapter 514

Author's Note: Sorry, my depression reared its ugly head and made me want to hide. I have an ex-husband who won't let me because he knows that can lead to bad things. So, my depression tried to pull out all the stops. Anyway, I had NO energy or desire to write Negan. Axel and Mitch started whispering at me last night, then Summer today. Yay! Please review.

Summer's POV:

Dr. Carson examined Summer's hand, rewrapping it. "You're reopening the wound, you need to let it heal. I can put your arm in a sling, help you keep it immobilized."

"I don't want a sling," Summer told him with no feeling in her voice.

Dr. Carson sighed and pulled a stool in front of her. "I know how hard it is for you to just rest. This isn't the first time I've had to try to get you to properly heal, but this is something more, isn't it? It's only been a couple days."

Summer looked at him. "Are you a psychiatrist as well as a medical doctor?"

"No, not technically," Dr. Carson admitted.

"We had a psychiatrist, Denise. She was killed by one of Negan's lackey's, with an arrow through the eye. He used my uncle's bow and apologized cause he wasn't aiming for her but for him. That same lackey, he pushed my uncle in a truck and took him to wherever Negan and his merry men hang out," Summer told him. "Can I go?"

"I wish you'd let me put a sling on that," Dr. Carson told her.

Summer put on her jacket. "I can't fight with a sling."

"You can't fight with a busted hand," he reminded her.

"It doesn't mean I'm not going to," Summer said as she stepped out of the medical trailer.

"Is it getting any better?" Jesus asked as he approached.

"It's there," Summer answered with a shrug.

"You giving him as hard as time with the hand as you did with the leg?" Jesus questioned.

"Yeah, I don't do sitting around doing nothing very well. Especially when my family is in danger. I wish we had never met you, I wish we had never came to Hilltop and I wish to hell we had never taken that deal," Summer informed him. "This world is a living hell, but this…it's…I've felt numb before, you know? But I always knew that we would beat it, all of us together. It might not have been clear how we would do it, but we would. I always knew that. This….I don't see a way out. We're all separated, Glenn and Abraham are dead, Uncle Daryl is a captive, and Maggie needs to stay here because of the baby. Everything just feels…..dead."

"You went through a horrific experience, you are numb right now, it's shock," Jesus told her.

"Yeah, well, it doesn't feel good," Summer answered.

"I don't think it's supposed too," Jesus answered.

"You're still here!" Gregory yelled as he walked up.

"Great, looks like my day just got worse," Summer mumbled.

"Gregory, not now," Jesus said as he tried to intervene.

Summer sighed as she straightened up. "I got this Jesus. I believe we've had this conversation, Gregory. I'm staying, Maggie's staying, Beth's staying, and Sasha's staying."

Gregory looked at her. "I don't think you understand who's in charge here, little girl. There's no one around for you to act all big about. Drop the act."

Summer smirked. "You think this is an act?"

"Gregory, you should go back to the house," Jesus suggested.

"That's right, Dick, you should run back to the house and hide behind your desk. You don't belong in a world like this, you belong six feet under, or as a walker," Summer hissed, taking a step toward him, making him step back. "My Uncle Merle used to say, you mess with one Dixon, you mess with us all. Well you messed with a whole hell of us. Glenn and Abraham, they were family, Maggie and that baby, they are family, Sasha and Beth they are family, and you know what you are? A nothing, more than a nothing," she hissed as she made him walk backwards.

Sasha stood up from what she was doing and watched. "Maggie! Beth! Get out here."

"You want to tell me how I can drop the act now Gregory? Because, oh, I so need to hit something and that face of yours is such a tempting target," Summer hissed.

"Maybe I was a bit hasty in what I said," Gregory said with a nervousness in his voice.

"Summer, what are you doing?" Beth asked as she ran outside.

"Putting the fear of a Dixon in this worthless piece of crap," Summer hissed.

"Summer, we need to stay here!" Maggie told her.

"We will. He's not going to make us leave. He doesn't have it in him. He's like one of those yippee dogs, the ones that sound like big German Shepard's, or a Pit Bull, but in reality, it's just a little poodle, all bite no brawn," Summer hissed as she stared Gregory down as his back hit a building.

"Should we stop her?" Beth asked.

"I don't think we could even if we tried," Sasha answered.

"I'll just go back to the house, the four of you can pack up and we'll forget all this," Gregory said as he tried to straighten up.

Summer put her hands on either side of his shoulders. "Oh we'll forget about all this, will we?" she asked with a harsh laugh. "I wish we could forget this! I wish that it was just as easy as the four of us walking out here and everything would be forgotten, that Glenn and Abraham would still be alive. I wish I could forget that Negan tortured my father by almost making him chop off my brother's arm. I wish I could get my mother's voice out of my head when she volunteered to die so no one else would have too. That's what family does, that's what a leader does. She volunteered to die so no one else would suffer. I wish I could forget the sound of that bat….Negan's voice….him dragging my father out of the RV. I guarantee all of us could forget, but we can't Gregory. We can't because we made a deal with you, a deal you want NOTHING to do with now," she said with a dangerous look. "We aren't going anywhere. We are going to stay right here, where there is a doctor for Maggie. You are going to go sit behind your desk, hide under it if you want, hell I don't care, but you are not going to open that yippee mouth of yours again because if you do, I'll hit you so hard that all your teeth shatter to the ground. Negan isn't your worse night mare, not any more, it's me. I'm right here, I'm going to be right here, at your side, sitting across from you, making sure that you are doing what's right for these people. And, depending on my mood, when Negan shows up, I may or may not be in the mood to make myself invisible. But that's on you, Dick. You piss me off, your life on this earth is very short lived. You keep your mouth shut and just pretend you know what the hell you're doing and that the four of us are staying, without complaint, you get to live a bit longer. Do I make myself clear, Gregory?"

"You all aren't going to let her talk to me like that are you?" Gregory questioned.

"I think we are," Zihayr answered with a small grin.

"Gregory, do I make myself clear?" Summer asked.

"Yes alright! You can all stay, for now," Gregory stated.

"Until we decide we want to leave," Summer said as she crossed her arms.

"Fine, I'm going to my office," Gregory said.

"I'll be there soon," Summer said. "Oh you thought I was kidding about me being your sidekick? My family is here and as long as they are and I'm here, your people are going to be a lot safer with me helping make those decisions with you then they were before," she said as she put her arm around his shoulder. "This is going to be fun isn't it?" she asked sarcastically and walked with him.

"Is he alright with her?" Jesus asked.

"Probably not," Beth answered.

"Does it matter? We'd be better off without him," Zihayr answered as the group dispersed.