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THE NEEDLE WEAVING in and out of her flesh was the worst unimaginable pain she ever felt. It was the smallest thing ever and it still caused her such a tremendous amount of pain known to mankind. Rosita used a black thread to sew her wound shut. . . for the third time already. Ella didn't know the meaning of sitting down while Rick and a great deal of many others were dealing with Negan. Ella kept her shirt held up to her chest, her face turned away, so she wouldn't throw up. If it were her blood getting drawn, it would be a different story. It was a one and done deal. Sewing was not that, the needle poked you several times until the wound was closed up. "We almost done?" Ella panted.
"No. We're only on the second stitch. Stop moving so much." Rosita was trying her best to concentrate on the task at hand, but Ella kept shaking whenever Rosita stuck the needle through her flesh.
"I can't help it." Ella whined. Her eyes darted down to Keegan sitting patiently by his food bowl. "Can we take a break to feed Keegan?"
Rosita huffed out a laugh, her features displaying annoyance and concern. "You hate this so much, but you kept breaking the stitches. Try to not break your wound? Relax?"
Ella pushed her newly cut bangs out of her face. Her bangs might have been a bad idea, but it never hurt to freshen up your look. "I'm not sure you can say much on the matter. You tried to do the same thing the day your wound was fresh to check on me."
"'Ella's fine. She was stabbed and half of her arm is missing, but she's fine.'" Rosita mocked Tara while stabbing the needle through Ella's skin. "It was definitely not something to be worried about. Michonne was just as worried as I was." she looked at the Walsh woman as Ella continued to stare at the dog sitting in the corner.
"I'm fine now, aren't I?" Ella hated that her old walker bite was gone and replaced with a good chunk of her flesh gone, the skin now healing over it. It wasn't really a chunk missing, it was more of a deep wound if anything and half of her arm wasn't really gone. It was fitting Sasha was the one to take away what little there was to remember of Sasha's brother's — Tyreese's death day. Ella rubbed the red area around Sasha's gift to her.
Rosita grabbed Ella's hand, pulling it away from the bite. She held it tightly in both of her hands. "Hey, you're alive. You are immune to a walker bite. Don't hate yourself for it."
Ella shook her head. "I'm not immune to feeling that I should have died in place of a lot of good people." she admitted.
"Pretend it's a blessing."
"From who? God?" Ella asked. Gabriel converted Rosita to God? Funny, she thought.
