Chapter 3
As I sit in front of him and clean the rag, he unties my bandana.
"Why did you do that?" I look up at him and take it from him
"Ya don't need it, we ain't sick" He tells me as he takes in my facial features.
"Don't matter... Now stop talkin' so I can clean you up" I tell him and put my bandana away
As I clean up his face, his eyes don't stop staring into mine. I pushed his bangs behind his ears and treat his eye. When I cleaned his facial wounds he moved his head back and smacked it against the quarter panel.
"Son of a bitch..." He says, putting a hand on the back of his head
"Y'alright? I told you it was going to sting..."
"I'll be alright head just hurts now"
"I got ya, trust me. Now let me finish"
He nods and I go back to cleaning the scratches. I hand him some pain killers and the last bit of my water.
"Turn around, let me see it" I tell him
He turns and I gently feel the back of his head. When I graze my hand over the slight bump, he winces a little.
"My bad... Try not to touch it and you should be alright"
"Thanks, again" He says as he stands up, then hold out his hand to help me up. This time I accept only because I just can't leave him hanging all the time. When I took his hand, he was trying to hide it but, a smile obviously grew upon his face.
"Thanks" I say to him as throw my hair up into a ponytail
"No problem"
"So where are y'all gonna stay tonight?" They are in the middle of nowhere...
"Think Rick said here"
"I'll take first watch then"
"Look at ya, you haven't slept have you?" He asks as he stepped closer to me, getting a better look at my face. It's true, I haven't really slept but I'm not sleeping on these people.
"I'm fine" I tell him as I climb onto the roof of the truck
"Ya ain't takin first watch, you need sleep" He tells me as he climbs up too and sits next to me
"What are you, my mother?" I don't know why he's looking after me like this, but it's honestly kind of annoying
"No, I ain't but I can tell you haven't slept"
"Ya know what, you're right. I haven't slept. If you wish, take first watch and wake me up in a few hours" I wasn't going to actually fall asleep...
"Good"
I lay on my side towards the back of the roof and face the highway. My crossbow lie behind me, my knife in hand. I use my bag as a pillow, my jacket enough to keep me warm. You could never just fall asleep anymore.
"Ya want a blanket?" He asks
"Nah I'm fine. Just wake me in a few"
He doesn't respond, he probably just nodded. Laying there for hours was a piece of cake but I honestly could have slept. Maybe if it was just me, I might have.
I 'wake up' when a few hours passed, only knowing because the moon's light had changed. I sit up and rub my eyes,
"Why didn't you wake me sooner?" I ask pretending I had slept too long
"I was just about to wake ya"
I sit up and move by where he is
"Go, get some sleep" I tell him
"Ya gonna be alright?" He asks look over at me
"I've been alone this whole time, I think I can handle it" I don't look at him, I look ahead keeping watch
"If I ain't up by daybreak, wake me"
I nod and he goes back to where I was. Soon, he fell asleep like it was the comfiest place around, his soft snores made the night not so quiet. Honestly, why did he want me to come back with him so badly? Why wouldn't he let me take first watch? Why won't he leave me be...