"I'm just saying.. if she truly loved him then she would've done more."
"She did everything for him!" I cry out. "He didn't do shit for her."
"I just think you like Kim Bum more."
I prop my knee on the dashboard. "Oppa, every Boys Over Flowers man is a legend in the making. You can't choose favorites."
Glenn rolls his eyes.
"I never got to finish Full House," I complain.
"My sister was watching that one before things went bad," he recalls. "Hana said it was good, but she has a bigger crush on Uncle Jesse from the American Full House."
"Smart girl," I praise.
Glenn drives us up into the quarry. He gets that sad look in his eyes. His family's fate was in the air. They'd gotten separated earlier on in the downfall.
"I'm just saying that if there was supposed to be a second season of Boys Over Flowers and I missed it because skin-eating losers decided to wake up from their naps, I'm gonna start biting them," I decide.
A smile grows on his face and he chuckles. "You'll get some diseases from that one."
"Not more than I already have from the Dixons skinning our meals."
Upon the church van pulling into camp, I take note of the surroundings. Shane had a gun pointed before realizing it was us and Dale called him off. As Glenn parks, Carl is running over and baking on my door. T-Dog, Jim, and Morales make their way over and set out to help Glenn unload the supplies we just picked up.
"Wait, wait, wait!" I cry as Carl opens the door.
I hide the new toy I'd found behind my back and accept his oncoming attack with one arm.
"You were gone forever!" He complains.
"I'm sorry! I had to do something important!"
"What?"
I jerk the new Batmobile toy out from behind me. Carl gasps in delight and takes it.
"Why don't you go show Sophia?" I offer. "I'll come play with you after we get stuff unloaded."
"Okay!" He hops out of the van door and runs off, shouting for Sophia- passing by Shane and Lori who scold him for yelling.
I ease my leg down from the dashboard once Shane and Lori arrive.
"Got mixed up with one and had an accident," I admit to Shane.
He kneels on the ground and I shuffle in my seat so he can look at my ankle.
"How bad?"
"We broke some chains off a door and didn't move them. Thought it was clear, but there was a geek in there and I got tangled up in the chains and fell."
I already had my shoe off because of the pressure it was adding. Shane rolls up my pant leg to investigate deeper.
"Well, we're glad to see you in one piece," Lori comments, reaching in to rub my shoulder.
I hiss in pain when Shane takes my sock off. He shoots me an apologetic look.
"Can you move it?" He asks.
I wriggle my foot around lightly until the pain is too much and I stop.
"It's not broke.. Could be a sprain- that seems more likely."
I rest the side of my head abasing the headrest of the seat.
"We've got a brace and some meds for it. You'll have to stay off of it for awhile."
"There's some crutches in my ambulance."
"I'll go grab them," Lori says and places a hand on Shane's shoulder. "Bring her to the RV and we'll get her patched up."
Shane looks around before standing up. "Come on."
"Seriously?"
He turns his back and motions for me to hop on.
"You can't walk on it. Let's go."
I scoff and struggle out of the van with one working leg. I latch onto Shane's back. He jostles me around until he's comfortable and starts walking to the RV.
"You wanna tell me how you actually did it?"
"I did," I argue. "Chains."
"You and Glenn are tiny enough to slide through a crack in the door and I know y'all ain't have tools like that with you."
I wrap my arms further around his neck and rest my chin on his shoulder.
"So?" He urges.
"I saw a spider and ran away but slid in geek blood."
Shane laughs and I whine in protest.
"That one sounds more like you."
"Do I really have to stay off it?"
"It's safer. We'll figure out a better situation for runs. You can sit a few out."
"I've always done the runs with Glenn, though."
"Well, you're injured. You'll just slow him down out there if you try and go."
I open the RV door from Shane's back and he carries me inside.
"Sprains don't take long to heal, right? I can go out soon?"
"Why do you insist on going on runs?" Shane questions as he sets me on the bed. "You got a crush on Glenn?"
"Glenn reminds me of an old friend," I admit.
Shane gives me a look.
"Not him," I say in regards to Q. "Sungjin. He worked at that Chinese restaurant. He brought his niece trick-or-treating to our house that one year."
Shane hums in acceptance and kneels on the floor to continue looking at my ankle.
"Plus I like going out there."
"It's dangerous out there."
"It's like a video game. I feel like I'm completing quests or some shit when i find a bottle of water."
"That's stupid."
"It's the only form of entertainment I have. And I get to help out."
"You could help in other ways. Laundry, cooking-"
"When have I ever done housewife chores? I made dinner for us but that's just because your cooking sucks and has no seasonings."
He snorts a laugh. "Whatever."
"I like bringing stuff back. I'm kind of good at the whole heist thing, you know?"
"I know a little all too well."
At the mention of our history, the cat-and-mouse game of cop and delinquent, I find myself smiling. Lori walks into the RV with her arms full of supplies.
"I think I got everything," she says and sets the items on the floor beside Shane.
"Thanks," Shane sends her a smile that she returns.
I squint my eyes. Lori places her hand on Shane's shoulder once again and squeezes.
"I've heard most sprains take a couple of weeks to heal at most," Lori tells me, not removing her hand from Shane.
"I've had something like this before," I recall. "Skateboarding accident."
"Really? But, you're such a natural."
"Gotta fall twenty times before standing up straight on it," I remark.
"That's life," she relates.
Shane wraps my ankle in bandages and eases the crutches to my side. "Have you used these before?"
"Nuh-uh," I deny.
Shane helps me stand up. The three of us laugh when we realize that the crutches are way too tall for me. Shane adjusts them as Lori keeps me standing. Then, Shane teaches me how to walk with them.
"I should help Carol start dinner," Lori says, placing a hand on Shane's side. "Is there anything you need, Hyejin?"
"No, I'm good. Thanks. I told Carl I'd hang out with him, so don't worry about him."
Lori and Shane trade a look before she leaves. I stare at Shane as he watches her go.
"What?" he asks, seeing my stare.
"What's all that about?" I wonder.
"All what?"
"Grabby hands. Smiles. It's gross."
Shane shakes his head. "It's nothing."
I shove aside the gross feelings.
Rick was dead. We had to move on. I just hated the thought of Carl's feeling at stake now.
"I'm not calling her 'mom'," I note, hobbling to the door, my back to Shane.
"What?"
I blink a few times. "I said that's Carl's mom.."
A tense silence passes through us. I grip the handle of the crutches as tight as possible.
"Just.. be careful. With Rick and all, you know?" I try to recover my slip of words. "Still fresh."
I don't give Shane time to answer. I speedily, and messily, fling myself out of the RV. I cringe at my actions and scurry over to where Carl was showing his new toy to Sophia.
𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇 𝓇𝒶𝓂𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓈--
hyejin and glenn bestie agenda has begun and i have never been more feral
did u catch the maknae reference hehehehehe