Lucy's fever stayed for almost two whole days. The entire time Negan was a complete nervous wreck, never leaving her side once. The doc had looked her over real good and said he believed she had a bad infection still in her blood stream from a few months back. Instantly Negan mentioned her having the babies and asked if that could have led to this happening? The doctor listened to her heartbeat before taking her pulse and frowning.
"Anything is possible. I have her on a fresh IV every few hours and the antibiotics I'm giving her should help, it's just a waiting game."
Negan then lashed out, grabbing her arm hard enough to break it.
"You fix her doc, if you don't it's your ass...understood?"
The doc nodded before turning and going back to his bag. Lucy meanwhile laid underneath the covers, unaware of what was happening as her as Negan turned, gathering up her hand and kissing it before bowing his head. Endless hours went by, and still no sign. At one point when the doc went downstairs to fetch new syringes, Negan was left alone. Terrified, he sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at her pale face. There were dark circles beneath her closes eyelids, her breathing slow and labored. Frowning, he took hold of her hand and squeezed it.
"We were just starting to get it back baby...you can't die..."
Lucy continued sleeping, still fighting off her fever. He knew how weak she was, and honestly didn't know how bad she was until just then. Staring at her, his hand slowly reached underneath her baggy shirt he had changed her into and found her naked breasts. Giving it a good squeeze, he rubbed his thumb over her nipple, watching her sleeping face waiting for any sign of reaction. Instead, she continued sleeping. Sighing his free hand went to his belt buckle, undoing it before jamming it down the front of his pants. Instantly, he began masterbating. Shutting his eyes, he moaned before using his free hand to squeeze onto her. Her fever broke almost two days later after she lost a total of eleven pounds. The doc was still pushing the medication and fluids for her and after taking a good listen of her heartbeat, he told Negan she most likely wouldn't be coming around for another day or so. Negan watched closely from the bedroom doorway, nervously biting his nails before thanking the doc and telling him he could go back downstairs but if he needed him at all, he wanted him upstairs quick, fast, and in a hurry. the doctor nervously thanked him before being seen out. Once he was alone, Negan looked at his sleeping bride closely. He knew these fevers were bad, but had no idea how bad.
The doctor just a few nights ago informed Negan fevers this high could cause brain damage. Staring at her pale sleeping face, a terrible anger rushed through him. He kept seeing her leap off that cliff. It was all her fault. All her fucking fault. Why couldn't she just love him? Why couldn't she just let herself become his? She was selfish, no fucking selfish. Not only did he loose his boys because of this, she had caused herself to get this sick. He believed when she came back to him, this was a second chance. The time they shared since her return had been wonderful. She was a blank slate, no memory. She was so naive, so innocent. She didn't question his methods, or ask questions. She simply stayed by his side, lived up here safe and sound, and went to him willingly. Instantly, he walked over staring down at her. Feeling his temples throb, staring at her he suddenly remembered Lucille. All those years ago, dying, weak, and fail. No, he wouldn't ever allow her to become that. Never.
"You stupid bitch..."
He whispered before his hand curled into a fist. Without so much as another word he swung out and hit her with all his might straight in the stomach. Her body jerked for a moment, still unconscious. Breathing heavy, he brought his curled up fist again and hit her again, even harder. Taking deep heavy breaths, he stared down at her before throwing back the covers.
She laid there in one of his shirts, which went down to her knees. Shaking his hand, he unbuckled his belt, and dropped his jeans to his ankles. Pulling down his boxers, he grabbed his penis and began pulling at it, all ready feeling a hard on beginning to form. Crawling onto the bed, he yanked her legs apart.
"You stupid bitch, I'll put another baby in you and this time you won't fucking ruin it you stupid whore..."
He whispered, thinking of the grave where his son was buried, or how she handed off his other son to two complete strangers. Didn't she know he would have kept her safe? Didn't she? His anger was blurring away the worry and sleepless nights he had suffered from these past few days. Instead, he laid on top of her, and used his hand to guide himself. Instantly he entered her and moaned by how tight and warm she felt.
"Jesus..."
He swore, pushing forward, remembering the first night he had taken her virginity. How tight she felt that night, and how in control he felt as he filled her. Pushing down, he rammed himself into her with one hard thrust and felt her body slightly twitch.
"Wake up you stupid bitch..."
He lightly slapped her cheeks, and began lifting her heavy eyelids. She continued sleeping, completely unaware of what was happening. Moving his hips, he stared down at her before giving a rough thrust. He stared down, waiting for a reaction, and still nothing. Frustrated, he began thrusting, pressing down on her before finally he found a rhythm and began pumping into her with all his might. Working up a sweat, he held her down, still reaching underneath the shirt to grab her breasts as he lifted his ass and kept driving his penis into her, harder and harder. He felt his balls slap against her, as he continued working on coming close. Suddenly Lucy mumbled, her face still pale as her eyelids fluttered open. He knew how weak she had been from the fever, and knew how she still wasn't completely with it. Smiling, he couldn't believe his luck. Grabbing onto her harder, he stared down as his shoulders arched as he waited for her to come around. Lucy tossed her head to the side, her eyes having a slightly glazed look to it before they fluttered open slightly.
Staring up she appeared dazed, not exactly seeing him. Negan grinned as he continued thrusting into her. Slowly he reached down, lifting one of her legs and spreading her thigh as far back as he could. Smiling he bucked his hips, causing her entire body to shake slightly.
"Wake up baby, come on now..."
Lucy blinked again, still looking completely out of it. Blinking, she stared up before finally her vision slightly cleared.
"Negan?"
He continued thrusting into her.
"Hey baby, you gave us a scare...doc says you're gonna be just fine so lay back and let me finish."
Lucy blinked again, before turning her head to the side as he continued thrusting into her and pushing her into the mattress. Turning her head back weakly, she suddenly looked confused.
"W-what...are...you doing?"
Negan smiled as he pushed himself into her, thrusting even faster.
"I'm making ourselves a baby. Now lay back honey while I put him into you..."
Lucy suddenly tried raising her head, still dazed from the fever.
"What?"
Negan firmly pushed her back down and snapped, his voice raising.
"Lay still!"
Lucy now seemed fully awake, in pure panic her eyes darted around. He could feel her starting to struggle beneath him, her legs trying to close while he kept raping her.
"Stop...it hurts...get off..."
She whispered, looking as if any second she was going to pass out again. Negan smiled, feeling himself come close as the climax neared.
"Shhhh, lay back baby I'm almost finished..."
"Negan no..."
She moaned, almost crying as she tried pushing him off. Negan held her firmly down.
"LAY STILL!"
Lucy now seemed fully awake, crying she weakly tried slapping him. Instead Negan grinned and pumped into her at a lighting speed before finally he bit down on his bottom lip swearing and climaxing deeply inside of her. Lucy gasped as he grunted, held her down and waited until he completely emptied himself. After a few minuets of silence he collapsed on top of her breathing heavy. Lucy laid there stunned before Negan smiled and kissed her cheek.
Later...
Negan stood by Lucy's bedroom buckling his belt. Lucy laid almost in a stunned state in bed. Negan grinned before leaning over and brushing back her hair.
"You just lay there and let nature take it's course. I don't want you out of bed all day. I'm going to send the doc back upstairs to keep an eye on you. We don't want that fever coming back..."
Lucy laid there too stunned to talk. She was hurting all over, and felt as if she was going to pass out again. Negan sat on her bedside and reached over. For a second Lucy was frightened and wanted to flinch away. Instead she laid there as Negan's hand slid over her flat stomach.
"Hope I put a little junior in here...we'll have to just keep on trying."
Lucy laid there, not only feeling betrayed, but scared and confused. Why was he doing this? Negan smiled down at her before kissing her forehead.
"Just lay still honey..."
Getting up, he zipped up his jacket before turning to leave.
"Who's Chris?"
Negan froze in the doorway before turning.
"What?"
Lucy laid there feeling so weak she might pass out again.
"Chris...I had a dream about a man named Chris. Did I...know anyone by that name?"
Negan's face said it all as he glared at her.
"Nobody important. Now rest up honey...next week once you are up to it I'm having the doc give you a pregnancy test. The faster we know the better...I'll be by later and we'll try again."
Lucy felt tears starting to blur her vision.
"Why?"
"Because you need to give me another baby as soon as possible..."'
Without so much as another word, Negan turned on his boot heel and walked out, leaving Lucy laying there completely stunned.
Elsewhere...
Rick had just spoken to everyone. He felt disgusted, frightened, and alone. Sitting alone in the church, he couldn't seem to wrap his mind around what had happened. Just then he heard a knock. Turning, he looked and saw Michonne walk in carrying something. Rick raised an eyebrow before she approached.
"What is it?"
"Found a couple of bodies at a small camp about ten miles out while on a run. I was about to leave when I heard crying...he was wrapped up in a nook of a tree. God knows how long he's been there."
She opened the blanket revealing a beautiful baby. Rick instantly froze.
"Jesus..."
"Walkers hadn't gotten to the camp. There were four, maybe five people...gunshots. I think drugs were involved, I saw empty bottles...they must have turned on each other and it ended badly. He's hungry, and feels warm. No idea how long he's been there...lucky he was up so high so the walkers couldn't reach him."
Instantly Rick sighed, another baby was the last thing they needed. Staring down at the filthy poor baby, he suddenly felt his heart ache thinking of his own daughter, and Maggie's unborn child. Carefully he reached over knowing that the Hilltop wouldn't be possible. With no doctor he wasn't sure if they could help this child. Still, holding him brought much comfort at this horrible time of need. Staring down, he sighed, not knowing he was holding the child of the man who he hated and feared the most.