"Lucille, I love you baby."

"You wait until now to tell me?"

"Always the sarcastic one." Negan smiled and held his wife's hand as she laid there on the hospital bed.

Few moments of silence went by before he realized she was gone.

Tears fell down his cheeks then he looked up at the sound of screaming. He walked over to the door to see what was going on. Negan then heard growling behind him and turned around.

Lucille had fallen off the bed, growling, and moaning. Negan backed away against the door and a walker's arm shoot through it, grabbing him by the neck.

"FUCK!" Negan shot up from the bed covered in sweat.

He rubbed his face and looked around. He was in the cabin he saw before he passed out!

But how did he get here?

Negan moved to get up from the bed but stopped as he felt the pain of his wounds. That's when he noticed he was shirtless and bandaged up. One around his stomach and one around his foot.

He tried to recall what happened before he passed out to try and figure out who the hell brought him here.

The figure…

The one he insulted. They must've come back and helped him. But why? He was a complete asshole. Guess that would be one of Negan's first questions.

He laid back on the bed, sighing and then saw the glass of water and plate of food on the side table to his right.

Okay, NOW he felt horrible. This person saved him, bandaged him, and fed him. Negan took the glass of water and finished it in two gulps. It had been a while since he had fresh water.

The door to the room opened and Negan set the glass down, looking at who came in.

A woman with long black hair with curls at the end wearing a long black jacket, black jeans, black gloves, and black combat boots walked in.

"You think you got enough black on?" He said sarcastically then froze when the woman turned to face him.

She had tan skin and brown eyes. Her stare was intense and Negan cleared his throat, suddenly feeling nervous.

"I see you're feeling well." She said as she walked over to the side table and refilled his glass.

Negan watched her, she was definitely a prettier face than the others he met during the outbreak.

"Or maybe not?" She waved her hand in front of his face.

Negan snapped out of it and averted his gaze. "N-No I'm fine. Sorry didn't mean to stare. I, uh….thanks for saving my ass." He finally looked back at her.

The woman just nodded, "Part of me didn't want to."

"Don't blame you, I was a dick." Negan chuckled and took the glass.

"Name's Negan." He extended his hand to her.

The woman didn't shake his hand but nodded, "Razia."

"That's a beautiful name, is it Indian?"

"Arabic, it means happy."

"Huh, well for someone whose name means happy you sure don't look like it," He joked and she just rolled her eyes, "Just trying to make light of everything…Are you Arabic?".

"Persian." Razia answered as she walked over to the window and watched the view before her.

"Cool." Negan nodded and set the glass down on the table, "So I imagine there are more people living here, it's a big cabin and all." He said as he took the plate of food and began to eat.

"Just me."

"Were there more before?" Negan watched her body language as her back faced him.

"Not here, but yes."

"I assume they're no longer here, just like most people." Negan's gaze became soft.

Razia nodded.

"I'm sorry for your loss." Negan said softly.

"Thank you. I am sure you have lost people you love too."

"Yeah, but I guess that's the norm now right?"

"Tragically."

Negan nodded and set the empty plate on the table. He leaned against the pillow and watched her. "If you don't mind me asking, how'd you survive out here for so long?" He couldn't take the silence, it would drive him crazy.

"Instincts."

"Come on doll, you didn't even have weapons when you saved me. Speaking of which…Did you get mine?" Negan looked at the floor.

"It's in the living room, and I don't need weapons, you just have to be smart about situations."

"Well forgive me for not believing you, doll. But I'd like to know the woman who saved me and then I'll share information." He looked back at her.

"You're persistent aren't you?" Razia turned around and took off her black cloak.

"Yup." Negan winked.

The woman shook her head and sat down on the edge of the bed. "As I said before I don't need weapons to take those things out." She shrugged.

Negan sat up more and leaned closer to her. "What about the people?"

"I hide." Razia shrugged and looked away from him.

"When did that stop working?"

"What do you mean?"

"Bullet graze wound on your shoulder." Negan pointed to it.

Razia looked at her right shoulder and fixed the shirt collar to hide it. She sighed then turned to face him and now realized how close he was. Her stare was intense again. "I made mistakes and I learned."

"Well, I think…Wait…What's up with your teeth?"

"What are you talking about?"

Negan's eyes grew wide when he got a better look.

"You have fangs! What kind of joke is that?" He backed away on the bed.

Razia got up and sighed in frustration. "It's fake just used to scare people." She lied.

"Well, it worked. But why'd you have to keep them on when talking to me?" He relaxed a little, believing her lie.

"Force of habit," She shrugged and made her way to the door, she turned to look at him, "Get some sleep."

"Okay, but when I wake up I better see those things out." He gave her a little smirk. He laid back in the bed and covered himself with the blanket and closed his eyes.

Razia shook her head and left the room. She made her way to the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror. She gently touched her fangs and sighed. There was no way to hide this. She either needed to limit her interactions with him and hope he leaves or have her back to him whenever she speaks.

There was no way he was going to stay calm when he would discover her secret. That she was a vampire…