"Negan?"

Negan stood in a numb trance in front of the truck as dawn just began to touch the sky. He stood there, his shoulder wound dully aching, as Lucy laid by his feet. Her poor body was curled up to the side, matted hair, sticky with drying blood covering her face. His temples pounded, and his heart truly felt as if it had stopped beating. He at first didn't hear Dwight, he simply stood there, staring ahead at nothing, not seeing, hearing, or feeling a thing when he heard Dwight's voice again. "Negan?" Negan's large hazel eyes slowly shifted to the side as Dwight walked up beside him.

"We better get going. I radioed and we have most of our men out there looking for them. We have to get you to a doctor about that shoulder."

Negan glanced down at Lucy's body before he stood back, glaring down.

"Why didn't she come back?"

"Huh?"

Negan covered his mouth with his hand, rubbing his chin with disgust before shaking his head. He couldn't bring himself to stare down at her body again.

"Why didn't she come back? Everyone comes back..."

Dwight glanced down, looking uncomfortable.

"You...um, gave her a pretty good whack on the head. Maybe her brain..."

Negan shut his eyes, shaking his head before slowly walking back and forth, pacing and trying everything not to vomit. His boots clicked against the pavement as Dwight nervously watched him.

"I can load her up..."

Negan stopped, staring ahead at the truck.

"No, let me..."

"Negan..."

Dwight went to reach out and touch Negan's unharmed shoulder when he flinched away, eyes glaring looking completely dangerous as he stared at him. Dwight took a few steps back, lowering his cross-bow before nodding.

"I'll um, start the engine...take you're time..."

Negan stared at him, still looking as if at any second he could rip him to pieces. Instead, taking a deep breath, Negan reached down picking up his bat and blinding handing it to Dwight.

"Here..."

Dwight took it without so much as another word before Negan turned and leaned down. Reaching, he scooped up Lucy's body, feeling sickened by her loose almost rag doll weight. Holding onto her, he slowly walked to the edge of the road before entering the tall field grass. He walked into it, carrying Lucy as if a groom would carry his bride on her wedding day. He finally knelt down slowly, before carefully laying Lucy out. Looking at her head wound, and the sticky clotting blood on the side of her head, he grimaced before taking a deep breath and thinking of Lucille. His sweet Lucille, who he saw laying before her.

"Oh Jesus..."

He swore under his breath, lowering his head looking down at her bloody beaten body. That's when he saw her hand twitch. Freezing, he stiffened, seeing her hand move again very slowly. At first he thought it was just her returning, that it had actually taken a few hours this time. That maybe it just took her this long to truly bleed out and die from her injuries. He sat back, eye brow raised, before he looked her over. Leaning down, he pressed his ear against her blood sprayed baggy shirt, before slowly he lifted his head. Gently, he reached over, and moved her head to the side.

Lucy stared at him with unfocused confused, and terrified eyes. Negan stared at her, before a huge grin spread across his face.

"DWIGHT!"

He shouted. A few yards away on the main road he heard Dwight yell back.

"Yeah?"

Negan smiled.

"You ain't going to believe this! She ain't dead!"

Lucy meanwhile stared at him, her blood stained face looking completely terrified.

Meanwhile...

Rosita and Daryl were riding back, her hands around his waist as they drove down a back road.

"You think Rick will be mad?"

Daryl continued riding before finally over the roar of the engine he muttered.

"Maybe, who knows..."

"He's going to be after us now, worse than ever..."

"Yeah well, we'll be ready. You heard what Tara said about the guns..."

"Yeah maybe. Just glad she's out of her misery."

Daryl shook his head.

"Yeah, at least he now knows what it feels to watch someone he cares about die."

Later...

"Her injuries are bad. I don't have MRI magazines, or even a CT scan to see brain bleeding but her skull is fractured for sure. I can monitor her but I'm not sure if she'll even last he night."

Harlan said wiping his hands as he got up from the master bedroom. Negan stood back, now changed into a fresh white T-shirt, shoulder recently patched up. He leaned against the doorway closely watching.

"Will she be paralyzed?"

"Too early too tell, I don't even know if she'll be able to talk or see...like I said I can monitor her. A crack with that baseball bat of yours is no joke. You're lucky she was only hit once."

Negan's expression changed before Harlan gulped, clicking his medical bag shut. He had been taken by the Hilltop and was now forced to stay here to treat Negan's wife who had suffered from some severe injuries. Only he currently knew along side Dwight what really happened. As of night now the rest of the saviors had no idea that she had become harmed by Negan's own hand. Now a few hours later, she laid motionless in bed. Head bandaged, half of her hair shaved. She had an oxygen mask over her pale face, an IV hooked up to her, and one of the old doc's machines loudly beeping away showing both her heartbeat as well as the baby's heartbeat.

The first thing Negan did when they arrived was to fetch Negan, and have him check if the baby was still alive. After giving her an internal ultrasound, he reassured Negan that the baby was in fact still alive. Negan had passed on the word that he was not tolerating any sign of rape. That he wanted this passed to everyone that served him. If he caught a man trying to attempt to have their way with any woman using force it was simple...they would get killed. Better yet, they would get killed by the hands of Negan.

"Let me tell you one thing doc...you keep her alive, long enough at least for her to have that baby and you'll be perfectly fine. You don't...I kill you and all of those little friends of yours at the Hilltop. Understand?"

Harlan nervously glanced at Negan before nodding. Negan smirked, stepping forward before looking down at his wife.

"This is the second damn time she tried escaping me...goes to show you don't even death will let us be apart. Kinda romantic huh?"

Harlan glanced at him before Negan smiled, clapping him on the shoulder.

"She'll be coming around?"

"She'll be in and out of it yes."

"Well, take a lunch break. Come back in an hour..."

Before Harlan should say another word, Negan opened the door and motioned for him to leave. Nervously, Harlan nodded, taking his medical bag and hurried out. Once the door clicked shut, Negan stood before the bed, listening to the heart monitor of both Lucy, and his baby. Silently, he sat himself down on the edge of the bed before a completely insane smile spread across his face.

"Ah my sweet Lucille...you can never escape me."

Lucy meanwhile continued to sleep. trapped in this prison yet again.

Later...

In Alexandria the little baby laid in the crib beside Judith. His big hazel eyes staring up at the new mobile that one of the residents hing up, completely unaware of who's child this was.

The mobile was of tiny baseballs, and baseball bats. And Negan and Lucy's son stared up, gently kicking his tiny little feet as he laid there, unaware that his deranged father had yet again captured his poor mother who's only wish was to be rid of him. Negan's son laid there, gurgling and giggling not knowing that Negan's madness was just the beginning.