#wreckedseries

Negan glanced at me for a second, "it's okay baby, we are almost there. You just hang in there." His voice so soft but why was there fear in it. It hurt to much to think right now and my vision began to tunnel again. I just wanted to sleep.

"Sle...eeep." I croaked out but before I fully succumbed to it I heard negans harsh voice. "Dont you fuckin dare go to sleep. You stay the fuck awake. You fuckin hear me! Damn it y/n, don't fuckin do this to me!"

I tried, I really did to keep my eyes open like he wanted but there was just no way to fight it.

Negans pov

The medical tent was in sight, my fuckin heart felt like it was going to burst from my chest. It wasn't from carrying y/n or running while doing so. It was fuckin fear. Something I haven't felt in a really fuckin long time. Not since my first wife. I don't handle this emotion well and I refuse to let this be the end for me and y/n.

Simon jumped out from the woods beside me just as the dirt road turned gravel. He kept pace with me every step of the way. "If Sarah isn't in that fuckin tent then she will have a date with Lucille later."

Simon was breathing heavy but never faltering. "I radioed when we found her. She should be there." He glanced over at y/n and then back ahead, "is she gonna be okay?"

"I'm not a fuckin doctor!" The tent was a fee seconds away. Simon jumped ahead of me and held it open so I could get y/n in quickly. Sarah stood there, worry etching her face. When I laid y/n on the table worry was replaced by horror.

Sarah started an IV, then began examining the wound. "Sir, i...I don't know...this is bad."

"Do what you fuckin have to to save her. That means shut your fuckin mouth and do your job!" The woman flinched at my words, good she should be.

"Sir, she's lost alot of blood. She will more than likely need a transfusion and her heart may give out before we can type her and find someone with the type she needs. If she has internal bleeding I'm not qualified enough nor do I have the tools here to stop it. The baby is also a concern..."

"Shut the fuck up!" I yelled in her face, she jumped back but only for a second. She refocused back on my wife, "You will save her. No matter what you have to do, my wife will not fuckin die. If she does, so will you. Do you fuckin understand that!?"

She nodded quickly, "yes sir." I watched as she began to hook y/n up to a heart monitor and some other lines. There was a slow beeping sound on the heart monitor but Sarah kept working. I had to walk outside for a moment because seeing my strong wife like this brought up those old emotions and I couldnt take that right now.

I spotted Simon and quickly made my way to him. "I wanna know who these new fuckers are and I want to know now!"

"We didn't see anyone in the woods like y/n described. They are either really skilled at hiding or." I cut Simon off, "don't you dare say she was fucking hallucinating or some shit."

"No sir, I was going to say or they are new to the area. I wouldn't put it past Rick that he was involved somehow." Simon adjusted his belt and shifted on his feet as if saying Rick's name made him nervous.

I slung Lucille over my shoulder, "I think it's a good fuckin idea if we pay that fucker a visit." Simon smiled and nodded then walked towards the sanctuary. I stayed outside for a few more minutes then I heard Sarah's voice. "Sir." When I turned around she had blood all over her shirt, my stomach about dropped outta my ass at the sight. "Shes stable, but it's going to be touch and go for a while."

"You just saved your ass." I told her as I walked past her. Before I entered the tent I also added, "wanna keep it that way, keep her alive."

Y/N POV

My brain was so fuzzy feeling, my eyes tried to open but they felt as if they were glued together. I tried to swallow but my throat felt like it was lined with sandpaper. "Y/n? Can you hear me?" A woman's voice sounded from beside me, I know that voice. My eyes opened slightly, she was sitting beside me holding a cup of water. My lips felt so dry and the water was so tempting. "You have to wake up a little more before you get the water." I willed myself to wake up because I really wanted that water. She nodded her approval and put the cup to my lips I drank and drank until there was none left.

"Better?" Sarah asked, I nodded which made the room spin. "You are one lucky duck. You had no internal bleeding and your baby is fine. It just went through your muscle, I stitched you up and you'll be down for a while but you'll recover."

I breathed a sigh of relief because my baby was okay. That's the one thing I was worried about, it didn't matter about me but my baby had to live. "Negan is going to be relieved to know you're awake and are gonna be okay." A shiver ran through me at the mention of his name. He's going to be so angry with me, he will never want me again.

"I gave you some pain meds so you'll be comfortable for a while. Negan is out now getting more. He should be back anytime." Sarah walked around me and checked the tube and monitors before she seemed to relax.

"How...long?" I whispered but thankfully she knew what I meant.

"You've been out for eight days. You lost a lot of blood and it was a good thing you were out so long. Your body has had time to start healing without you moving around." The sound of a truck approaching got both of our attention, "that's probably negan now."

I shook with fear, not knowing what negan would say or do when he found out I was awake. He burst through the door but said nothing, he just stood there staring. Sarah came in right behind him placing various bottles and another bag on the table.

"Sarah, is she good enough for you take a lunch break?" Negan asked in his low no bull shit voice.

Sarah waked over to the monitor above my bed, "she will be good until I get back." With that Sarah left not saying another word. Negan slowly sat down in the chair beside me, his leather jacket squeaking as he sat. He didn't say anything, he just sat there glaring at me.

"Negan." I began but he cut me off by holding up his hand.

"Save it. I don't want to hear any bullshit fucking excuses. You are in this position because you couldn't follow orders, one fucking order!" The muscle in his jaw ticked, "you are my fucking wife, carrying my fucking child. You almost died, so did my baby just because you have to show off your big fuckin lady balls!"

"I know." I closed my eyes, I felt my tears falling but I didn't care.

Negan jumped up and the chair clattering to the floor making me jump. "Oh no! Don't you fucking pull that shit on me. You don't get to be fuckin upset when this is all your fault."

"I know. But negan." I started again but he wasn't done talking.

"Every second you are in pain doesn't compare to the pain I fuckin felt when I thought I lost you." He stepped back beside my bed seemingly more calm, "now because of you I have double the fuckin work to do. I have to deal with Rick and his bullshit and I have to find whatever group you ran into. So don't expect me to be coming by and visiting."

"But-"

"No! I've got shit to deal with." With that he left me. Sarah came back a while later just when my pain meds started to wear off. I didn't care, like negan said I deserved this. I feel like I've lost everything, Sarah noticed my tears and came to sit beside me.

"He's been through alot honey. There was a few days there that I didn't know if I could save you. He will come around."

I shook my head, "no, no he won't. I think I just lost my husband for good

Joonmyeon stood in front of the dresser, the mirror resting on top gave him a good view of the entire bedroom behind him. He was focused on his tie, getting the knot to look straight and even for the event he had that evening. He promised his manager he’d dress before showing up and he had been careful not to get his makeup messed up. He was quite proud of that, actually. He smirked to his reflection, giving himself a once over before his eyes slid over to the bed.

From his place in front of the dresser he could see your legs, perfectly contrasted against the dark blankets beneath them. You were on your stomach, your body curved and dipped in ways that made him want to blow off work and get right back into bed with you. When he got to your face he noticed you watching him, your chin propped up on top of your arms.

“What?” He asked you as he adjusted his tie a bit more before turning around.

You smiled slyly, “I like watching you get dressed, it’s sexy.”

He chuckled lowly as he walked over to the bed, “That’s funny, I feel the exact opposite about you. Watching you undress is my favorite thing.”

You rolled over and sat up as he got close enough for you to reach out for him. You tugged down on his tie, pulling him into a heated kiss. “Come back to me tonight and I’ll let you watch all over again.

Fuck, he was going to get hard again and he really couldn’t afford to be late, his manager would kill him. With reluctance, he pulled away from you, his eyes taking in all of you as he straightened up. “It’ll be late,” he told you, his voice hoarse with want.

You laid back in the bed, “You know I don’t care when you wake me up.”

He hummed and turned around to find his shoes. “I’ll text you when I’m on my way. You should nap, I had to be quick this afternoon, I plan on taking my time with you tonight.”

“Is that a threat?”