Her hands continued to work on the blood adorning his body, being extra careful near his ribs. They were obviously broken, and without the right care, it could only become worse. “How do I know that? There is no way we could expect anything.”
No, there was no expecting anything. Rick hadn’t expected to lose his wife so early, he hadn’t expected to lose Shane, he definitely hadn’t expected to lose Judith, not as early as he had. Yet, it was somewhat inevitable. They were all the walking dead. “I’m careful,” it was a stupid reply, one he wished he hadn’t said.