Lost

Chapter 42/ Jordan & Olivia

Olivia's POV

When I wake up I see I'm back in the infirmary. It's morning now but I still feel like absolute crap.

I prop myself up on my elbows as I hear footsteps in the doorway. Daryl walks in and leans by my bed. He waves a small piece of paper.

"I went by yer house and found this." He sets the paper on my lap and I pick it up. It was my death note.

"What the hell were you thinkin'?" He snaps. I take a deep breath "I was depressed, I couldn't take the pain anymore."

He shakes his head "That's not good enough." I sit up off of my sore shoulders. "I did this before the dead too, I can't live without Jordan."

Daryl stands up and wipes his face. He looks like he was crying now that I have a good look at him.

"You know we care about you, Jordan cares about you, I care about you, the whole damn group cares about you." He says.

I bite my lip "I'm sorry Daryl." I curled up in a ball on the bed.

Jordan's POV

I opened my eyes and saw the sun peeking through the window. I got up and looked around. Everyone must be up already. I heard footsteps coming from the stairs and I got up off of my makeshift bed.

Carl came downstairs, fresh out of the shower. I couldn't keep my lurking eyes from his muscled upper half. He had small, but defined abs. He chuckled and I blushed, turning my head away quickly. He walks over to me and hugs me.

"There's no need to be shy Jordan." He laughs as he puts his index finger under my chin.

He lifts my head up to meet his. I started into his beautiful blue eyes and we slowly leaned in. His soft lips brushed mine as we both closed out eyes. We started kissing passionately. Carl grunted and then pulled away.

"If we continue I won't be able to hold myself back." He says.

"What if I don't want you to?" I question.

I think I was actually ready, I mean it can't be much worse than when I was young, right?

"A-are you sure?" Carl asks, flabbergasted.

I nodded my head and bit my lip. Carl smiled, picked me up and carried me upstairs. We went into what would soon be Carl's room. After... That, Carl and I laid in bed and went to sleep.

Olivia's POV

After Daryl left I sat in the bed and just wallowed in the blank slate of my mind. I got off my bed and looked outside.

I might as well go home.

I walked out of the infirmary and across the street. I opened the door of my house sighed a breath of relief.

I closed the door behind me and went into the kitchen. I made myself a salad. I ate the greens in peace.

I walked upstairs to my room and collapsed onto the bed. I missed my bed. I sat up and eyed the bookshelf across the room.

I got up and started looking at the books. I picked a leather covered book and opened it. Instead of words I saw nothing but blank pages.

I grabbed a pen from the upper shelf and sat on my bed. I started writing in it. I guess it can be my journal, somebody needs to keep track of this era when it ends.