The RV drove off, the wheels squealing slightly against the dirt as it jerked forward, and I stood in silence as everyone sniffed and cried. I couldn't look at them, no matter how hard I tried I just couldn't find the courage. "G- Glenn," I heard the soft, heart crushing sob, and slowly my head lifted up. "I'm sorry." I whispered, loud enough so only they could hear, not wanting Negan's men to tell on me. She looked at me, a fire in her eyes so strong I felt a shiver run down my spine. "No...you don't have the r- right to say that. You don't know us." she stammered angrily, trying to get up as the dark woman with the long dreadlocks reached out to her. "Maggie no-- think about the baby," she whispered the last part, but I still heard it, the sickening feeling slowly returning as I observed her. I remembered Negan's mentioning they were on their way to Hilltop, and how they were in desperate need of the doctor that resided there, but I had no idea; she had been on a stretcher, that was all I knew. I gulped, biting my lower lip as I went to one of the cars, pulling out a bottle of water from a cooler and some blankets. I walked back over, kneeling down as I held the bottle out to her. "Here, you need this. And I have blankets you can...wrap them in." I offered softly, and Maggie met my gaze as she panted softly, her body drenched with sweat. Slowly, and cautiously, she took the water from me, opening it as the young boy came over to get the blankets. He nodded his thanks before moving to place a blanket on both bodies, the way he did so showing complete respect for his fallen friends. We sat there in silence for what seemed like hours, and it wasn't until the sound of the RV rolling back to where we were that we straightened up. Th RV stopped behind me, and I turned as the door swung open, watching as Negan pushed Rick out onto the ground. He looked at me, motioning for me to get up, which I did quickly backing away as he explained to Rick what their little "joy ride" was for. "And yet you're still giving me that same damn look." I listened, body frozen in place as he motioned for the boy to come over. "You left handed?" Negan asked as he wrapped his belt around the boy's right arm, who in turn frowned. "No." Negan grinned tilting his head. "It should...it's supposed to." After a few seconds he pushed him to the ground next to Rick, looking over at Simon as he asked for a pen, and when it was given to him he drew a line across the boy's upper arm. "Please...please don't." Rick begged softly, and Negan looked at him with a smile. "Me?...I ain't doing shit," he replied before standing up. "Rick...I want you to take the ax and cut your son's arm off, right at the line." Guns were pointed at each of their heads, and Negan continued to talk about how he knew it was hard, but if Rick didn't obey he'd lose everyone he cared about. Rick's sobs filled my ears as he begged for Negan to take him instead, and Negan began to countdown as the distraught man hesitantly picked up his weapon. "Dad, just do it...just do it." the boy reassured his father, who then raised the ax up with a loud cry, and that's when I snapped. Stepping forward I made what could turn out to be the worst decision I could make. "No."