By the time I came to, it was daylight, and I could tell something had been done to my hand. I was in the RV, spread out on the couch. Glenn was only a few steps away, leaning against the table, looking worried. My face hurt. The tears had made my skin raw.

It took only a second to have the memories of the night before flood into my head. I shivered at the image of the arrow pinning me to the van. My hand was throbbing, so I held it near my face to take a look. It was wrapped up in fabric, little bits of blood seeping through. I tried closing my hand into a fist, but stopped as soon as I felt the pain. My middle and ring finger were the only ones that didn't twitch.

Looking at my hand was upsetting, so I dropped it gently against my body. I didn't want to get up. I didn't want to move. I didn't want this to be real.

But I knew I had to.

I tried to sit up. Something crinkled in my shirt as I moved. I looked down and lifted up the fabric. Oh. Right. The illusive Trojan. Well that's embarrassing. At least no one noticed.

I wondered if Glenn would still want to have sex with me after this. Probably not.

The thought made me incredibly upset, but I could only dwell on it for a few seconds, because the guy in question realized I was awake.

"Hey," he said softly, coming over to my couch. Well, Dale's couch. He sat down beside me, on my good hand's side. "How are you feeling?"

"Shitty," I replied, looking down at my somewhat paralyzed hand. "And virgin-y."

He laughed for only a moment, then he was serious again. I could see the way he was staring at my hand the way you stare at a puppy that has to use those dog wheel chairs.

"I'm so sorry," He said, putting his hand on my thigh. "This shouldn't have even happened. I shouldn't have let you..."

I could easily play the blame game, but what was the point?

"I'm not going to sugar coat this," I said as strongly as I could without straining myself, which was still barely above a whisper. I felt him tense up. "I can't move two of my fingers. Two. Considering where the fucking arrow hit, I don't think I'll ever be able to move them again."

Glenn looked absolutely petrified. I could relate.

"It hurts, Glenn. It hurts a lot. A whole fucking lot."

He stopped looking at me and started staring down at the floor. He looked ashamed of himself.

"So I don't really care what you have to say," I said. "Because I'm not letting this change anything. That arrow could have hit me in the head, or the stomach, but it didn't. It didn't – and it won't – kill me. Which means I don't care if I have to get you drunk first, I don't care how badly my hand is throbbing, I don't care if it has to be in front of everybody, we're finishing what we started. And we're doing it tonight."

His eyes flickered back to my face.

"Eden," he started, looking apologetic. His head was cocked to the side like he pitied me.

"No, Glenn. Don't Eden me."

He didn't want to. This realization was upsetting. Maybe the horny assholes I used to be with were right. Maybe I was still unfuckable.

I stared into his face. His apologetic expression hadn't changed.

"What?" I snapped, feeling caught between yelling at him to get out and bursting into tears and begging him to have sex with me. "You don't want to, now?"

He didn't say anything. And it infuriated me.

"Why?" I demanded, both insulted and completely hurt. "What did I do wrong?"

"Don't yell, Eden, you'll hurt your voice."

"Fuck if I care! Fuck everything! Well, except me, of course, since clearly that's out of the picture now!"

"Eden," He repeated, putting his hand on my thigh again. "Stop."

I shriveled at his words. I swallowed and stared out the window opposite us. There was complete silence between us. I was crying and I didn't even bother to try to stop. The way he told me to stop reminded me of my parents. It reminded me of my age. This was exactly why I wished I had had time to graduate before this shit happened. I was lacking crucial growing up.

So what was the mature thing to do?

I couldn't think clearly, my head fuzzy from the night before. What was I supposed to do?

"Just tell me why," I whispered, regretting my outburst already.

"I'm scared, okay?"

My eyes darted to his face.

"Of what?"

He didn't reply.

"Of what?" I repeated.

Nothing.

"Glenn."

"Of... I don't know. Of hurting you."

"That's a bit cocky, don't you think?" I tried, hoping to get a laugh. He let out a tiny "Ha," but it didn't lighten the mood. I wiped the tears from my face. "...I'm sorry for yelling."

"It's okay," He replied, sighing. He took a moment to think before continuing. "Seeing you pinned to the van like that... It scared me."

"How do you think I felt?"

"I know, I know. But I mean... I wasn't even thinking yesterday. I don't even think I actually really asked you if you wanted to – to... You know..."

"I do."

He ran his hand through his hair.

"It's the fact that I didn't bother to really check first that scares me," he said. "It was like I was in high school again, desperate just to – to..."

He trailed off and leaned his elbows on his knees, hunching forward. I was surprised. Here I was, worrying I was becoming a horny asshole, when Glenn was worrying about the exact same thing. I put my hand on his back.

"I understand," I whispered. "If you don't want to... finish what we started, you don't have to."

"But I do," he said quickly, sitting up again. "I really do. But every time I think about it, it shows up in my head like one of those grainy, rapey flashbacks where I tell you 'you got a pretty mouth' and you keep saying 'not like this!' It's terrible."

I couldn't help but smile at his imagination. My hand was hurting me but again, he somehow made nothing else matter.

"Have I ever told you how cute you are?" I whispered.

"Yeah," he replied nodding. "I preferred 'gorgeous,' though."

I laughed. He looked me over for a moment, then lowered his eyes.

"We're going into the city tomorrow," he said.

"We?" I repeated. "What do you mean, we?"

"Me and a bunch of the others. Morales, T-Dog, Merle..."

I recoiled.

"Since when?"

"Since this morning. We need the supplies and I can only carry so much on my own."

I frowned.

"I take it I'm not allowed to come, too."

"You need to focus on healing up," he replied. He let the words sink in. I decided to try my luck.

"Tonight?" I asked after a short silence. "It won't be a grainy flashback, I promise. I won't utter the words 'not like this.'"

Glenn laughed though there was something else behind his laugh that I couldn't pinpoint.

"Doesn't your hand hurt?"

"It'd hurt less if I was distracted..."

Glenn rolled his eyes.

"You know, I never thought I'd be the one being begged for sex."

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"Pretty awesome, actually."

"I'm glad."

He stood up from the couch and moved to stand in front of me. He leaned down and kissed me, cupping my face in his hands.

"Okay," He said. "You've convinced me. Tonight it is. I won't forget anything, this time."