Chapter 54

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he just slayed my ovaries (pic above^^)

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"There's too many to take down. We'll just have to come back tomorrow." Tara declared.

"Rick's arm needs stitches." Tara sighed before turning back around in her seat.

"We're almost home." I mumbled.

"Hey, you're bleeding, too." Tara stated, gently poking my shoulder.

"I scraped it on some metal." I replied.

"Well, it needs stitches." She replied.

"Okay, mom." I replied.

"It does, it's kinda bad." She stated.

I pulled into Alexandria, waving to Aaron who opened the gates.

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I sat down on the bed beside Rick before sterilizing his cut.

"Sorry." I mumbled, hearing him wince once I poured the alcohol onto the cut.

"It's okay." He replied.

I slowly began stitching him up before briefly glancing up at him, watching his eyes squint in pain.

"Do you need me to stop?" I asked.

He shook his head 'no' so I continued, before finishing as fast as I could.

"Are you sure it needs stitches?" I asked Tara once I pulled my shirt off.

"Yes." She replied.

I sighed, laying down on my stomach so she could get easier access to my shoulder.

"Tara, we need your help at the armory." Carl stated, out of breath once he ran into the room.

"Okay, okay. Rick, stitch her up." Tara ordered.

"Okay." Rick mumbled before dabbing alcohol around my smaller cut.

My breath hitched in my throat as he began sewing stitches to close the cut.

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"There's a fire downstairs!" Tara yelled, running into my room.

"What?" I asked, jumping up.

"We gotta get out." She replied, running over to my balcony to find that the doors were boarded shut.

"Who fucking did this?!" She yelled.

"I don't know!" I exclaimed.

"Fuck." She cursed, running over to the other window which was also boarded up behind the curtains.

I ran into the guest room, finding that those windows were also boarded up.

"There's no way out!" Tara screamed, meeting me in the hall.

"How did it start?" I asked.

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