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_{When she sat up slightly, he aided her, he helped her do so. Rick looked to the bite, noticed it was looking even worse than it had done when she’d first found him. He had to look twice to make sure he wasn’t seeing what he was seeing - was her skin already starting to rot?}

_{He simply lowered his head, not bothering to say anything. He knew that if he did, it might trigger her anger even more.}

_{Maggie had every right to be angry, to hate the world for what it had done to her, hate herself for being so reckless and not looking left and right every now and again. Rick raises his head when he feels her stare and gazes back into her eyes, his own look a little more gentle than hers. The smell of blood makes him feel slightly sick.}

_{“Don’t ever say that. You’re something. You did so much good. You saved my son’s life, brought my wife to us. You kept the prison safe. You brought my daughter into this world-” he stopped at that, knowing it would be the thing to change her mind - hopefully.}

;– _{”Yeah, you wanna know what else I did?“}

_{Her breaths are becoming more rapid and labored, and she knows that the fever is most likely hitting her now because she looks down at her hands and sees the skin rotting off of them. But she ignores that and instead presses the heels of her palms into her eyes.}

_{She’s trembling at this point, becoming more antsy because she knows, she just knows that the end is coming soon. She can’t just see it, or feel it, but she acknowledges it. She felt weak and tired and just so let down.}

_{”–I might’ve brought Judy into this world,“ She swallows, knowing that she might regret the next few words that slip out of her mouth, "But I killed your wife in the process,” She feels sick now, not ‘walker fever’ sick but more of 'anxiety attack’ sick, “and made sure that Carl put her down. No kid should ever have to see that–”}

_{“–but it happened anyways.”}