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"Holy shit." he said looking at the small fragments of glass stuck in the side of your face. "Alright, we have to get to the doctor. Here.” he handed you his scarf, “Can you keep pressure on it? Can you make it back okay or do you feel like you’re going to pass out? Doll, look at me! Ah, shit!" he finished, eyes wide staring at you.

"Negan, I'm fine. It's just a couple of cuts, not that much blood. Are you gonna make it back okay or should I drive." you said jokingly trying to not think about the pain or about the shape you were in. Negan pressed the gas pedal down to the floor.The truck was hauling back to the sanctuary. 

Negan began, "I'm fine, but you are not. Doll, this is serious, your hurt. Bad."

The truck Negan drove quickly approached the gates, Negan waiving his hand out of the window frantically and beeping the horn, not caring that it would draw surrounding walkers toward the camp. The gates sprung open in just enough time for the truck to graze right through.

Members of the sanctuary came rushing out to help aid in whatever way possible, not knowing what caused Negan's panic and urgency. He quickly slid out of the door and raced around to your side, glass broken and bloodied yelling get the doctor! She's hurt!" He proceeded to attempt to carry you into the doctor’s room, you tried pushing him off "Negan, I'm good. I can walk I didn't break my damn legs." you were getting irritated at how attached and frantic he was, you tried to walk but you stumbled instead. Negan snaked his arm around your body just in time so you didn't fall.

"Look, you’re freaking out, in front of all of your people. You need to calm down, you didn't do this, it was an accident. Go calm your people down now, you got them all freaked out and worked up." you pleaded to him seeing the edges of your vision fade to black.

"I'm not-" he uttered.

"GO!" you tried yelling at him, "I'm okay, I can make it."

He picked you up and cradled you and ran into the doctor’s room, his eyes quickly noticing your presence. He got up quickly as a nurse guided you over to an examining table. "How did this happen?" the doctor questioned Negan about you, peeling the scarf away from your face.

You winced at the pain but pushed through to answer the doctor."Ah, um, I was in the truck coming back here from a pick up and there was the fog and walkers, I had my head resting on the, OUCH, GOSH FUCK!" you screamed swinging your fist, as Negan swept across the room to your side, holding your hand and drilling holes into the doctor for putting you in more pain. "Uh, sorry Doc. Yeah, my head on the window and we hit the herd and here we are." your smiled a little.

"Well, you must have some kind of hard head to break that glass, luckily, no glass got into your eyes. You only have four abrasions on he lateral portion of your face. And two additional on your shoulder. It's a miricale that only one of them will need stitches." he said while gently wiping the blood from your face. "Mary, I'm going to need some more alcohol, bandages and sutures. Painkillers."

"No, save'm for someone who needs 'em. I'll be alright." you replied, "I can handle it Doc."

The doctor raised his eyebrows and you as did Mary and Negan. "Y/N you're going to need them. You are in pain already, and stitching this up isn't going to make it feel any better."

"No! I don't need 'em." you said sternly, "I'll stitch myself up if I have to." You looked at Negan, "I don't need them."

"Doll, you sure? It's gonna hurt like hell. It will help."

"I'm strong, I can handle it." you answered him.

At this point the doctor and nurse have your wounds under control and ready to be sticched and dressed.

He honors your requests and turns to the doctor, "Just don't hurt her." Negan said in a very protective and threatening tone.

The Doctor swallowed hard, "You got it Boss. But um, in order to do this.” he paused and continuing cautiously, “This is a small room. And make her the most comfortable, Mary and I will need this space. If you could just go into the other room Si-" he stated calmly.

"Fuck NO!" Negan yelled squeezing your hand.

"Negan, I'll be okay, they need their space to do this right. Go on now." you nodded rubbing your thumb across his strong callused hand. "Go, I'll be fixed up in a wink." you whispered to him smiling softly. He submitted to you, and reluctantly retreated to the 'waiting room'.

Back in the 'waiting room' Negan was pacing back and forth from one end of the room, tensing up everytime you would let out a wince or stifled scream. The door opened and he turned his attention there, Simon was walking briskly to him, holding his presious bat. "She okay?" Simon said somewhat out of breath, "The others said she was all bloodied up, what the hell happened?" he continued, "they're talking out there, said you talked to them so quickly, they're kind of freaking out." he paused looking at Negan's face. "Sir?"

"What? What the fuck is so important right now other than my wife with her face sliced open?! And I can't be in there with her because I would be in the way." he snapped at him.

"My apologies, Sir. Well, um, no good way to say this but your truck is all but half empty." Simon said with caution.

Negan's eyes flared, "Fuck!" he yelled in a deep gruff voice and began punching the wall. "The shit must have fallen out when I was haulin' ass just to get back here so damn quickly." he took a breath and took off his leather jacket, "I don't give a shit about that stuff, as long as she;s okay and gets better, that's what I care about." he finished placing his hands on his hips and looking down at the floor.

Simon nodded and placed his hand on Negan's shoulder, saying "Me too, Boss. I'll leave you to it then. I'm here if you need anything. You know that." he turned and left the building.

"Negan, Sir. You can come see her, she's all finished now. She's out right now though. She was dehydrated, that combined with the pain and the blood loss. She will be weak for a couple of days. But she will heal nicely." Mary finished, walking Negan back to you.

He caught sight of you and had to take a deep breath. "When will she be up?"

"Um, I'm not sure Sir." Mary said, "I know that she's a strong woman. My best guess is half a day at least."

Negan looked back to your sleeping body, "I'll stay with her, I'll call you when she is up."

A couple of hours past and Negan never left your side. He sat next to you holding your hand. You were beginning to wake up, his head popped up as soon as he felt your hand move. Your eyes opened up and you began looking around.

"Hey, Nurse! She's awake." Negan said voice elevated.

The doctor and nurse came in and checked on you and your bandages. "Everyting is looking great. Your vitals are normal. You'll be weak and sore for a little while. You can go later tonight if you’re feeling up to it. We did end up giving you some pain medication to help with the pain when you finally did wake up so I don't want you walking around on your own for the next couple hours. We can give you more if you want."

"Thanks, but no thanks Doc. I'm good without it." you said. Negan remained silent and held your hand in his. The doctor returned to his office and the nurse stayed to double check your bandages. Once she was finished checking your bandages and cleaning them, she made sure you had some food and water.

"Hey, c'mere." Negan said directed to the nurse, he stayed quiet to not disturb you. "Tell the Doc," he said firmly. "I want him at tonight's meeting."

Mary smiled and said " Yes Negan, I will tell him that he needs to go tonight."

                               *an hour later at the meeting that night.*

"So now that we have addressed all of this weeks dilemmas. Doc, thank you for making my wife, Y/N stable. Looks like she'll be making a full recovery thanks to you and your nurse Mary." he paused, letting the doctor walk towards him. "Although, she stressed to you that she didn't want any pain medications. She said she was fine. In fact she wasn’t, but out of respect for my wife, I agreed to let her have her choice. You went against her wishes." he said grunting as he grabs the doctor by his lab coat.

"No, no, Negan, please." he pleaded.

Negan ignored him and tossed his body in. "Let this be an example to you people, you listen to me, respect me and my wife. Don't go against the rules and this wont be you."

"Hey, I'm ready to go now" you said to Negan. "I've got things to do, people to see."

He walked towards you, boots heavy on the floor. "You sure she'll be alright?" he asked Mary, she was frightened. Normally everyone was scared of him to begin with but she was more scared then usual you thought, unaware of tonight’s events at the meeting.

"Yes, I will need to see her everyday for the next week to check on her. Make sure there isn’t an infection and to make sure she heals properly." she answered back to him, voice shaking.

"Relax Mary, he went behind our backs and did specifically what we told him not to do. And as long as you don't do that and you keep her healthy then you don't have to worry about." he smiled and walked over to you, helping you out of bed and kept his arm tight around you.

"Thank you Mary. I guess i'll see you tomorrow then." you said smiling.

Negan began walking you out back to your house. "Oh, you’re promoted, congrats."

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