Two weeks later.
Lucy suffered another seizure. Harlan brought her back to bed, keeping a close eye. When Negan entered the apartment they shared on the top floor, he met eyes with the doc, and saw him frown. Lucy laid in bed, her head still wrapped up with the scarf, her skin still so pale, those dark circles beneath her closed eyelids. Instantly Negan's face showed a mixture of concern, as well as anger. His brow wrinkling, he strolled on over, sitting on the edge of the bed, he patted his wife's legs before looking at the doctor.
"What can you do for her?"
"I'm no brain surgeon, but I think there's swelling. The cracked skull did major damage. If this keeps up you're going to lose her."
Negan glared.
"Correction. If you let her die...you're going to lose you're life. Understand?"
The doc dropped his eyes before Negan looked down. His beard was slowly coming in again. Rubbing it, he sighed.
"Will she live long enough to have the baby?"
The doc stared at Lucy and shrugged.
"Can't tell for sure."
"Well, if you value that life of yours, make sure she does."
A day later, Negan was meeting with Simon and the others. They knew Rick and the gang were planning something big. Not too far from the circle of men meeting from inside on the platform, Lucy sat in her wheelchair. Negan had dressed her today, and her head ached terribly. She sat there, spaced out and hurting, not quite focusing. Negan stood near, hands in the front pockets of his jeans, talking with the others. Lucy kept trying to focus on what they were saying but found it hard to focus and listen. This last seizure had been bad, she knew it. In fact, she believed she wad actually dying. Her mind kept going back to the baby. Over and over again she watched it get murdered before her very own eyes, completely useless to do anything to stop it. Guilt, grief, and anger spun around her pounding head. She sat there trying to make peace with the fact that as much as she hated that woman and wanted revenge, she would probably never get it. No, she truly believed if she kept up like this she would be dead soon. Thinking of the unborn baby inside of her, she thought perhaps that might be for the best.
Maybe this might be her own escape from Negan, maybe this would be the only way to save this child from being his. Maybe letting it die with her would be best. That's when the loud echo of shots came from outside, causing everyone to turn and listen. Instantly Negan eyed her, staring up from her wheelchair. Walking over, Negan grabbed her arm roughly, pulling her out of the chair. Instantly she swayed.
"Come here!"
He harshly whispered, before pulling the door open. Instantly he handed her over to Simon who took her arm. They walked out, the sky slightly overcast. Across from the fenced in area there were dozens of cars and trucks, all with metal siding. Negan gripped his bat, and began to pace back and forth, grinning. Lucy felt weak, holding onto Simon tighter. She kept trying to focus, but couldn't seem to.
"I see you got you're mud flaps! So I'm really not feeling the need to throw led at each other. I care about my people. I don't want to march them into the line of fire playing my dick is bigger than yours! It is...we both know it. But I'm also comfortable enough to accept the fact if it wasn't. But I'm not about to let my people die over that shit! Like your about to. So Rick what the Hell can I do for you?! I will admit, I did my fair share of damage to your people...but that was only after you attacked my people! At least I can say there's no filthy baby killers in my group. Looks like you can't say the same. Better watch it Rick, with that darling little daughter of yours. Would be quite the shame if anything happened to her."
Rick glared back. Ready to fight.
A few minutes later...
Lucy had no idea what happened. Rick's voice came from behind one of the trucks. When he hit seven, all Hell broke loose. Negan grabbed her from Simon, dragging her away. He stood in front of her, as they hurried down the stairs. The sounds of broken glass and gunshots rang through her ears. Negan threw her down behind a large broken sheet of metal. She kept her knees scrape against the gravel as bullets flew by her. Moments later he grabbed her hand again and next thing she knew they were inside one of the trailers. Echos of gunshots continued to ring. Lucy swayed, sitting on the bench inside the dark trailer before she felt Negan's hand dig into her shoulder.
"Fucking Rick and his little pricks..."
He muttered. Instantly he looked down, that half human look of concern flickering in his eyes as he squatted down.
"You okay?"
Lucy blinked, still feeling partly dazed. Negan's hand swept across her stomach.
"You didn't get hit did you?"
Quickly his hands began searching all over her body, checking for any bullet wounds. Just then the faint moaning of the undead came from outside. Lucy's bloodshot eyes glanced around the blacked out windows as hands began banging on them. A faint dribble of warmth ran down her face. Touching, it, she saw her nose was bleeding. Frowning, Negan saw this and used the sleeve of his leather jacket to wipe her face.
"Hang on Lucy doll, just take it easy..."
He gently reached down, scooping her up and brought her to the end of the trailer, laying her on the cot in the back. Instantly flashes of all those months getting raped in a trailer just like this one flashed before Lucy's mind. Laying her down gently and with love, he patted her side.
"Just be still, don't worry..."
Laying there, Lucy stared forward wondering if this was really it? Did Rick really take this place? Was this the end? Faintly she thought she heard Negan turn and start talking to someone. All the while, she smiled in the darkness, praying this was finally the end.