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Chapter 71

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I sat down in the hall with my back against the wall.

"You have to help her!" I heard Glenn scream, after Denise through us all out of the room.

Tara sat down beside me, putting her head on my shoulder.

Maggie is our sister, and we were all tore up- even Abraham.

"She has a child!" Glenn yelled.

"Oh my god, what about the baby?" Glenn screamed.

I bit my lip, trying not to cry.

"Get him out of here." Denise ordered, opening the door.

Rick and Abraham went in before dragging Glenn out.

Tears were streaming down his cheeks, and I don't think I had ever seen someone so broken.

"I can't do this without her!" He yelled.

I looked to Tara who's eyes were glossing over.

"Sam," Denise mumbled, motioning for me to go into the room.

I quickly stood up and walked in and shut the door behind me.

"The baby's dead, and I can't let Maggie lose anymore blood, she'll die if she loses much more." She explained.

"What is she now?" I asked.

"Barely breathing." She mumbled.

"Let's get the baby out. We'll have blood on hand, there's plenty of us out here." I replied.

"There's only one match to her blood type, and it's you." She replied.

"That's fine. I can do it." I replied, nodding my head.

"That's a lot of blood," Denise mumbled.

"I can do it." I repeated.

"Okay, just go inform Glenn and try to calm him down." She ordered.

"Come here," I motioned for Glenn to follow me downstairs away from everyone.

"What?" He asked.

"Maggie lost the baby," I mumbled.

He put a hand over his face, more tears falling out of his eyes.

"Denise is gonna have to cut Maggie open to get the baby out, and she's gonna need blood on hand. Her fever is going down, so there's a chance she's gonna survive." I explained.

He removed his hand from his face before his eyes met mine.

"I need you to be strong for her, for Maggie. Okay? She needs you, and you need her. Maggie isn't going to give up that easy," I added.

He nodded before wrapping his arms around me.

I rubbed his back before he pulled away and walked back upstairs.

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I sat down in the chair, Denise wiping down my arm with an alcohol pad before finding a vein.

"Got it." Denise mumbled, blood coming out of my veins and into the tube.

"How much are you taking from her?" Rick asked.

"Starting with a pint." Denise answered.

"Starting? That's 47 of these vials." Rick replied.

"I know, she knows." I replied.

"She's gonna be weak, but she'll be okay in a few days." Denise replied.