Chapter Six:

The next day Sam was sitting in the clinic watching over her patient, he had made it through the night and there had been no signs of fever or infection, he had been lucky. As she checked his wound and changed the dressing, Sam thought back to Negan's request that they talk, she had no intention of seeking out Negan. She knew that being in close proximity to him wasn't a place she wanted to be, or at least that's what she needed to keep telling herself. Watching over the injured man in the clinic her mind wandered to thoughts of her brother and what he must be thinking. She knew he would be thinking worst case scenario. As she daydreamed she heard the sound of a knock at the clinic door, stood there was a pretty petite blonde wearing a ridiculously tight black dress that hugged her slender frame in all the right places. The blonde made her way into the room, she grimaced as she saw the man lying on one of the beds.

"Oh my god that's disgusting, he's only got one arm!"

Sam furrowed her brows, standing up she folded her arms across her chest and studied the woman.

"I'm sorry, can I help you?"

The blonde turned her attention to Sam and smiled sickly sweet at her, it was a smile that Sam imagined had men bending to her will.

"I'm here for my monthly check up."

Sam said nothing, she had no idea what this Barbie wanted, and this became evident to the Barbie in question.

"Oh shoot, didn't you get told? All of the wives come for monthly check ups, you know to see whether or not we're pregnant."

Sam's begged her expression not to defy her, nodding she smiled as best she could and motioned towards one of the empty bays, grabbing one of the urine sample cups she handed it to the blonde and smiled once again.

"Thanks, the names Amber by the way."

Sam watched as 'Amber' made her way to the toilet and closed the door. She took a deep breath and rubbed her temples, this was too much. Not only had she been trying to avoid seeing Negan but she definitely didn't want to meet any of his wives, and there way no way she was going to be their personal doctor taking their pregnancy tests. Moments later Amber emerged and handed the sample to Sam who placed one of the pregnancy tests into it.

"Just need to wait a couple of minutes."

Amber nodded.

"I know the drill, I don't feel pregnant but then again you never know."

Sam didn't say anything but nodded in vague agreement, she just wanted this Barbie out of her clinic. Looking at the test after a couple of awkward minutes it was negative, Sam relayed the news to Amber who looked upset by the news. Without saying another word to Sam, she swanned off out of the clinic, Sam was sure was stamping her feet.

Letting her anger and frustration get the better of her Sam snapped the pregnancy test in half and threw it at the wall, along with a coffee cup. As she did so Dwight had appeared at the door.

"Ah, I thought I saw Amber leaving…is that the first one you've met?"

Spinning around Sam could see Dwight leaning against the doorway, she was sure he looked amused.

"You mean Malibu Barbie? I've just had the delight."

Dwight made his way into the room moving so that he was stood opposite Sam.

"Yeah, she's something else isn't she? I'm sorry about that, they have their own doctor to go to for that sort of thing…she came here to mark her territory sort of thing and to get a get a good look at you herself, you've been the talk of the Sanctuary since you came here and you saved Peter's life."

Sam didn't say anything at first, instead she looked towards Peter who was still unconscious, although he looked to be out of the woods his life was going to be different when he woke up, he had been saved from turning but he'd lost his arm in order for that to happen, she wondered how he would react and whether or not he would embrace it or be destroyed by it. Dwight looked over to Sam and could see that she was deep in thought sensing her worry.

"He'll be thankful…I've known Peter for a long time, he's a good guy that was unlucky, he'd rather be alive and have one less arm than dead, you can trust me on that."

Sam smiled at Dwight and thanked him, he wasn't so bad as she first thought.

"Cutting off limbs and saving lives, that's the kind of doctor I am…I will not be belittled and treated as their personal physician…I'm worth more than that."

Dwight nodded in agreement, his arms folded across his chest, his handgun in his holster at his waist.

"I completely agree, as does Negan…he knows what your skills are worth, he won't be impressed that Amber has done this."

Laughing Sam raised her eyebrows, she would like to see the sickly smile wiped off Amber's face by Negan, as she was lost in thoughts of Negan chewing out Amber for wasting Sam's time she noticed the way Dwight was looking at her.

"You look good laughing Sam, it suits you. I know this isn't where you want to be but you should make the most of a bad situation and try to enjoy it…we're not all bad people, we're just in a messed-up situation."

Sam smiled genuinely at Dwight, perhaps for the first time since she had been at the Sanctuary she felt calm and somewhat at ease.

"To be honest Dwight, I didn't think you liked me when I first arrived."

It was Dwight's turn to laugh, Sam studied him curiously she didn't think what she had said had been that amusing.

"It wasn't that I didn't like you, it was more to do with that I couldn't believe how willingly you went along with him, I thought you were going to be another Amber."

Shaking her head Sam scoffed.

"Not likely, give me some credit Dwight…although I can't believe how willingly I cam either but when you're given a choice in order to save your loved ones you do it…no matter how much you don't want to be separated from them. Coming here, leaving with Negan was all to save my brothers life and if I had to do it again I would…in a heartbeat without hesitation…that's love."

Dwight didn't say anything but Sam looked at him cautiously, clearly something Sam had said had struck a chord with him but she wasn't sure what, there were a few silent moments between them before he spoke.

"I know the feeling, my wife Sherry she became on of Negan's wives in order to save my life…we had run away from this place once before and stolen some supplies, when we were caught I was going to get the rough end of Lucille as a punishment but Sherry begged with Negan to spare me…he said the only way that would happen would be if she became his wife which she did…without hesitation, I didn't go unpunished though…"

Dwight gestured to the significant scarring to the side of his face, Sam felt her heart break for him.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know…"

Dwight shrugged his shoulders as he stood upright, unfolding his arms.

"That was a long time ago…I've moved on and so has she. I better be going, you should swing by sometime if you need some sanity in this madhouse."

Sam nodded and smiled, she felt like she and Dwight had turned a corner in their relationship. She watched as he left the room, looking back and smiling at her as he reached the door. Taking a deep breath she turned her attention to the smashed cup that was scattered by the wall and cleaned up, her thoughts focused on Dwight and his sad story and Jason.

TBC