Hey guys,
So I wrote this before the episode aired tonight and I was editing it during. Let me just tell you that I thought Glenn was done there for a minute. Like, that walker was behind him and I thought that was it.
Sorry if that spoiled it for anyone. But I just had to type it out so I could feel a little better about how emotional I was over it.
Anyways, enjoy this chapter! (If you can)
We. All. Got. Jobs. To. Do.
~MaggieRhee
"I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling your puzzles apart
Questions of science; science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart
Tell me you love me
Come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start
Running in circles, chasing our tails
Coming back as we are"
-The Scientist.
-Coldplay.
It had been a few minutes since Glenn had left to get water. A few minutes started to take longer and longer. It was driving me crazy.
I knew I wouldn't get back to sleep without him beside me.
I eventually started pacing. In a world like this you couldn't help but worry.
It didn't take long for me to get dizzy and I decided to go look for him. I knew I would probably just find him in the kitchen, getting water like he said he would be, but I needed to make sure.
Just then, I heard gun shots come from outside. It sounded like they were in the direction of the dining hall and kitchen.
I grabbed a knife from beside my bed and headed out the door. After exiting my bunk, I saw Rick and Michonne going into the kitchen, weapons in hand.
I stopped myself from imagining the worst as I ran. The last thing I needed to do in times like this was to picture Glenn lying dead on the kitchen floor. Or worse, to see him die, turn, and then have to kill him myself.
Tears burning in my eyes as I ran. I saw him through my clouded eyes with the others. He asked what I was doing and I explained that I heard gun shots.
"Get back to bed, we've got it handled." he said.
I insisted that I come with then but he still refused. "Let her come Glenn. If we stay here and argue we're going to have bigger issues." Rick was getting angry at the time being wasted.
"Maggie get to bed!" Glenn shouted at me and pushed me back.
I felt like crying. I just didn't understand. "No, Glenn. I'm following you, wherever you go."
"Listen to Glenn, Maggie." Daryl said.
I was insulted, but mostly didn't want to let Glenn leave.
"Go to bed!" he screamed.
There was more yelling then Rick shouted at Glenn, and Glenn, in turn, yelled at me.
Then from behind Glenn's head, a man appeared. There was another guy and woman on either side of him.
"Yeah," he scoffed. "Go."
He raised his gun at me and I flinched away.
All at once the shot was fired. I waited for pain but felt none. I heard Glenn call out and turned to watch him fall to the ground.
"Glenn!" I cried. I collapsed to my knees next to him and tried to make sense of what had happened.
Glenn had been shot.
"M-Maggie," he said. His voice was rough, hoarse.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Daryl fire his crossbow. The man who shot Glenn yelled but fell over, dead.
Michonne went after the girl, her sword impaled the girl long enough to freeze her, make he drop her weapon. Rick fired and killed her.
"Glenn, where is it? Where'd it hit you?" I asked, tears streaming down my face, pooling on his skin beneath me.
Glenn's eyes got wide and he pulled his gun. "Behind you."
I turned and stabbed another man in the eye. He fell to the floor beside us before I turned back to Glenn.
I saw Daryl choking the younger guy and pinning him to a wall.
He drew his knife but Rick grabbed his elbow. "No!" he said. "We'll need him to find out where he came from, where these people came from."
Daryl lowered his knife and nodded slowly.
"Fine," he said.
Rick eyed everyone in the room. "Tie him up and take him to the council room. Michonne, help Glenn and Maggie to the nurse. I'll find Tyreese and make sure that whatever this is, is done."
"I'm fine." Glenn groaned.
I lifted his head into my lap and watched as warm, thick blood started pooling around him.
"Oh my God," I said. I pressed my hand onto his shoulder and he winced in pain. 'I'm so sorry"
"Come on," Michonne said. "We got to get him up."
I wiped my tears and nodded. "Okay, okay, let's go."
I got to my feet and Michonne helped me pick him up. His arm couldn't go across my back since he was hit in the shoulder.
"I'm fine." he insisted as he stood . "It's just-ah-my shoulder. I-" he winced again.
"Glenn, please, you've been shot." I begged.
"Maggie, I'm okay, I'm-ah-fine." He was trying to sound level, despite the pain I knew he must be feeling. "Go to bed."
"Really? Glenn, I'm not leaving you so you might as well stop trying."
"Just go back to bed okay?" he said.
Was he kidding? Go back to bed after everything that had just happened? He'd been shot for Christ's sake.
"Glenn, please. I need to be with you right now so I know you're okay. Can't you understand that? It's going to worry me more to be without you right now. I need to know you're really okay before I leave you." I argued.
"I'll be fine. I am fine-ah,-I just-ah"
"Shh, I know, I know you're fine. Just stop trying to push me away."
He looked at me for a moment before he nodded. We hurried to Dr. Peter's make shift nurse's office.
One of the people who had been captured before we go to Terminus had been a doctor, not to mention a pretty good one. Once Rick had agreed to give him space to work with, he was able to do some great things. He was training at least four of the others to be nurses, doing routine check-ups on the kids, and had been starting to think of ways to give flu shots before the winter came.
I thought he was incredible.
However, tonight, the only person in the office was Rosita. He combat boots were propped up on the counter and she was flipping through some medical book she'd been given to study since she was training to become a nurse.
She glanced up at us when we walked in.
"What happened?" she asked, not seeming completely interested.
"He was shot." I cried.
Rosita looked nonchalant as she spoke. "Really? How? You two getting a little too kinky with a gun in your bunk?" she pulled at Glenn's belt and snapped it back on him.
"No, it was an attack from the outside. A group of them."
Her eyes went wide. "Wait, seriously?"
"Rosita he needs help." I showed her my hands that were entirely covered in blood.
"Holy shit. Lay him down." she cleared a place for him on a cot that was pressed against the wall.
"Where's Dr. Peters?' Michonne asked.
"Probably asleep. This was supposed to be a quiet night, they usually are. If you want him, go get him. Otherwise, you're stuck with me." she said.
Michonne rolled her eyes and fled to find Dr. Peters.
Glenn cried out in pain and I looked over at him. Rosita was cleaning the wound.
Glenn grabbed my hand and bit onto the sleeve of his shirt.
"Hold still," Rosita complained.
"You're hurting him!" I yelled.
"This shouldn't hurt, it's just water." she sniffed the liquid and looked surprised. "Oops, that was rubbing alcohol. But it's okay, it doesn't make a difference."
"Yeah, to you." Glenn winced.
"This part should hurt though." she said, grabbing a pair of tweezers from a pot of hot water. "I have to dig out the bullet fragments."
I remembered watching my dad do this to Carl after Otis shot him. I remember Carl seizuring and passing out from the pain. I remember it taking him weeks to recover. Back on the farm, we had time for that. Now, that wasn't the case.
"It doesn't look bad." Rosita said as she poked things inside of him. "It just grazed his arm, but there are a few pieces."
"A few?" I asked, watching him squirm under her touch. "How many?"
"Four. If he's still I can have him out of here, stitches and all in an hour. If he moves, the pain will be worse and we could be here until noon or later."
I looked out and saw the sun beginning to rise up on the horizon. He couldn't bare being in pain for that long and I didn't want to see him like that.
"Glenn?" I asked.
He just nodded. "Just do it." he said.
I looked to Rosita who shook her head. "We'll have to tape him down."
"What? Why?" I asked.
"If he moves, he's too strong. We couldn't hold him down with just the two of us. I could hit major muscles and he could lose use of his arms or I could veins connected to major arteries and he could bleed out and die. Or we could tape him down and get this over with." she turned then, a roll of silver duct tape in her hands.
Tyreese came up behind me. "Maggie, I know this is a bad time."
"What?" I was completely stressed out and couldn't imagine what Tyreese could need right now.
"Rick needs you to come listen to the questioning of the attacker so you can fill Glenn in later."
"Right now?" I asked.
"We kind of want him gone." Tyreese said. I knew what he meant. Rick wanted him killed as disposed of quickly. "We have to question him before that can happen."
"Maggie, go." Glenn said from behind me.
"Yeah, we'll be fine." Rosita said as she strapped him down.
I walked over to him. "I don't have to go. The council doesn't always need you to help them decide. I don't have to go for you if they don't need you."
"I need you-mm-to do this for me. As my-ah- wife, I need you to be there when I can't." he said, putting a hand on my face. "Besides, I'm more worried about-uh- Rosita than I am me."
I looked over as she fumbled with some needles and knocked over some bottles.
He sighed with wide eyes. "I'll be fine. Please," he winced again. "Go."
I kissed his forehead. "I'll be right back."
Tyreese grabbed my arm. "Come on," he said. "You don't need to see this anyways."
I looked at Glenn once more before walking out of the office. Behind me, I heard the sound of his screams.
Blood splattered against the wall behind him.
"Tell us what the hell you were doing here." Daryl screamed.
The boy, who looked about 16, was laughing. He was tired at the ankles and wrists and was sitting on the floor.
"You think this is funny?" Rick yelled. "Your people were killed. Glenn's shot. How can you laugh at somethin' like this?"
I tried not to be stung by his words.
"It's hilarious." The boy screamed back at them, spitting blood.
"Why? Why's ti funny?" Rick pressed on.
The laughter was maniacal. "You people have no idea what's coming to you."
"What's comin'?" Daryl spat.
"We. Are." he said angrily from the ground. "An we aren't Gareth or Mary or any of those Terminus wastes that you kicked out of here. We will not be chopped to pieces!" He was crazy.
"He, shut up!" Daryl's foot met the boy's jaw.
Rick grabbed the laugher's chin so they met eye to eye. "Tell me were your camp is and tell me where your people are or-"
"Or what?" the boy scoffed.
Rick pressed his gun to the boy's temple.
I didn't feel bad for him. His group was the reason my husband was laying shot right now. They were the reason Rosita was poking and picking inside of him, trying to make him better. Glenn could've died. I had no sympathy for someone who could kill him.
"That' rich, Rick." The boy said.
We all eyed each other.
How did he know Rick's name.
"Oh you're practically a legend around my camp. The sheriff leader who killed all of our cousins. Of course, it wasn't just him. It was also Daryl, and Michonne and-oh yes, the kid. What was his name again?"
"Shut up." Rick shook his head.
"Carl?" he blinked.
"Shut up!" Rick was screaming.
"Yes that was it. He's your boy isn't he?" the boy said.
Rick took the end of his gun and hit the boy across the cheekbone. The crack echoed through the council room.
"Where's your camp?"
"Why so you can destroy that too?" the boy screamed before it faded into laughter. "No, no, you can't know where my camp is. But we're all well aware of where you are. We will come after you. Little by little, bit by bit, until there's nothing left of Terminus except some bricks and powdered milk." the boy eyed all of us before returning to Rick. "So you watch your back, sheriff. Because when you least expect it we'll be there."
Rick raised his gun. "I'll shoot you, dead."
"Go on then." the kid taunted him. "I'll be dead within the hour anyways."
Daryl looked at Rick and he looked at the kid. "What're you talking about?"
"Check my pockets," he whispered.
Rick nodded to Daryl who did so. He pulled out a note and a small bottle, then read the note aloud.
"Give these to your group, and leave them dead or prepare for the war that lies ahead." Daryl looked up and then threw it on the ground. "What is this? Some sort of fuckin' nursery rhyme?"
"It's poison. We all were told to take them. I'll be dead soon. So either kill me now or wait for me to turn. If you get it done before it's too late, it's just one less rotter to-"
Rick's gun went off and there was more blood. We all eyed each other but we knew that what had been done was right.
Daryl walked over to Rick and held his hand out for the bottle. He shook it next to his ear.
It sounded like pill capsules.
Rick tossed me the bottle and I caught it. His eyes met mine and I knew he wanted me to give them to Dr. Peters. I nodded and so did he.
He turned back to Daryl and they were shoulder to shoulder. Rick looked back at the body on the floor and then at all of us in the room.
It was about sunlight and whatever we were going to do with this kid had to be done before everyone was up and around.
Rick nodded. "Burn him."
Alright, so kind of long and not much Maggie and Glenn but hopefully sassy Rosita and badass Rick made up for it...if he was badass. You be the judge! Let me know what you thought in a review!
Thanks for reading!
We. All. Got. Jobs. To. Do.
~MaggieRhee
