“I would fucking love to have someone put two and two together because I haven’t been able to since I woke up in that hellhole of a hospital! Do you know what it’s like to not know anything about yourself?!?”
Luci’s voice started getting louder and at that moment she didn’t care who heard her. She didn’t know who the fuck this other person was but she had no fucking right to say what she was saying. Without thinking she took a few steps closer to the other and shoved the box she was holding towards her.
“I woke up next to a bloody fire extinguisher covered in blood without even knowing my own fucking name! Alone and scared shitless while the dead kept trying to get into the room without even knowing why I was there. The only clues to who I was four freaking letters on a hospital bracelet and, what I can only guess, is a wedding ring around my neck!”
“It was us and then I sent that fucking kid in the room. I thought you were gone and- just fuck. Let me think for a minute Christ, I am trying to think of how to explain all this shit without fucking exploding because you are here. You’re a-fucking-live.”
A hand ran over her face as Lucille spoke anger and frustration coursing through her body. She knew that she shouldn’t have left the hospital the day she had but Negan could have sworn, she would have bet her life that she had lost Lucille. There was a pause at the mention of the wedding ring a small smile tugged on her lips at the mention of it. They had both kept theirs, Negan just hid hers more than Lucille it appeared.
“The ring, you think I am fucking insane but the ring Lucille I know what it says. L, I fucking love you N. L, is for fucking Lucille and N is for Negan. That has to mean something. How the hell else would I know what the fuck that thing says?”
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