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Alternate title: Three Men and a Baby

Holy hell of a morning.

After Coach had gotten shot, the motherfucking mountain man, the one the other called Marshall, didn't waste time. The other woman quickly introduced herself as Jean, a nurse and Marshall's wife, and had barely started trying to stop Coach's bleeding when Marshall brought up the bunker. It was less of a reccomendation and more like a demand. With Coach bleeding as bad as he was coupled with Rochelle's condition, which he would bring up later, the faster they got out the better.

And it was just in time, because as soon as the four of them got out of the hospital and made their quick introductions. Well, introductions coupled with arguing, especially when it was brought up who had shot Coach. Jean was about to shut them up with the roar of a horde did it for her. It didn't take more than a second for them to decide what to do. They abandoned the van (temporarily, they hoped), carried Coach and Rochelle into Marshall and Jean's pickup truck, piled in, and drove the fuck out.

Coach managed to stay conscious, even with all the blood he was losing. Rochelle, though, was out hot (pun intended) in her feverish condition. Jean did her best with the both of them. She said there was a doctor at the bunker, a co-worker she escaped with before she found Marshall again, who could give them a lot better help. Otherwise, between driving and trying to stablize the others, Jean and Marshall didn't have much focus to explain themselves and the bunker. As soon as they were out of the woods, that story was being saved.

The horde finally caught up when they got to the bunker. The slow opening door didn't help. But ~~a crescendo later and~~ the door opened enough for them to crawl under, and all that's left was to shoot the zombies trying to do the same until the door slid closed, just as slowly.

It finally did, and Coach leaned against the wall. He panted, hard.

"God DAMN..."

Jean moved over to him and offered an arm. Marshall was already carrying the unconscious Rochelle in both arms of his own arms, seeing as he wasn't sure how good of an idea it was to haul a pregnant woman over his shoulders.

"Gotta agree with that shit." He grunted. "Doc better still be here."

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[ooc: AHAHAHA I'M SORRY. I knew you had the OC guys mentioned here, but I thought you were looking at other stuff too! I should've mentioned it. Also would it be cool if we skipped now? Figure this is a good point unless you wanna add some more.]

Marshall slipped his arm away from his wife for now and nodded. "Yep. One more run and we're done for the day. We got new arrivals who need this shit."

"That and we didn't exactly get to finish this morning's shopping list..." Jean bit her lip. Emelio and Tony knew the story already, though.

But Ellis' comment got Marshall to chuckle. Congrats, anyone who wasn't Jean or just plain didn't know him. This is the first time you're gonna see him actually smile. For all the shit that happened, he kinda liked the Ellis kid.

"Kid, I think you're on the money. Let's get going."

(OOC: Hah, no worries! It was fun going back and re-reading it all anyway! But yeah, I guess I should have asked or looked through this post first! And sure, no prob. I can do the skip!)

The shopping run this time, thankfully, went pretty uneventfully. They ran straight to get their equipment out of their abandoned vehicle, then to the crap they needed for Rochelle and whatever other supplies they could scavenge. Might not have been the easiest thing in the world, but they got the job done.

And without anyone getting bites taken out of them to boot. Nick was mostly just freaking glad to get his clothes back since, hey, the ones he'd borrowed were covered in guts and some bile thanks to a goddamn Boomer he hadn't seen rounding a corner.

Nick wasn't used to caring for many people besides himself, but mostly, he just wanted to get back to Rochelle, see if she was awake and how she was feeling. He tried to ignore any awkwardness that came along with thoughts like those, settling instead on tuning out Ellis "entertaining" their new companions on the way back with whatever goddamn stories he could come up with.

The kid really didn't know when to shut up until prompted, did he?

[ooc: SWEET]

Thank god this time didn't end up in a disaster. Well, most of it. Marshall was just glad those clothes he gave to Nick were spares that they found from scavenging. They already had the fancy, fragile machines that Travis wanted inside and past the open gate now. No zombies around now, thankfully. It felt a little too good to be true but then again, he felt that way when they first found the base. He hauled the last two big bags of supplies over his shoulder and walked in.

"Gotta say, Nick--" One more heave and he laid them on the ground. "You looked a lot better in the t-shirt."

Jean nudged him as she walked back inside too. "Oh, leave him alone."

Marshall just smirked and wrapped an arm around her. "What, you like him better than this?"

His wife only rolled her eyes and playfully shoved him off of her. Sheesh, SOME one was in a better mood. He was only ever like this if she and close friends were around. Otherwise, grouchasaurus.

"Oh, please. I'm closing the gate now. Everybody in?"

Downstairs at the showers you could barely hear a couple of voices from all the chatter and moving things around. One was Travis', and the other was Rochelle's.

"Oh, you're hilarious." He doesn't want any ratty old t-shirts, thank you very much. He'll take his suits any day... and at least they don't look like they got any zombie guts or bile on them. If a Spitter had gotten to his bag before him, he would have been a very unhappy man.

Once everyone was inside, he headed downstairs and yeah, he heard Rochelle. He didn't even hesitate to follow the sound of her voice to see what the hell was going on, how she was feeling.

[ooc: Oop! Before I forget. If you're still interested in that thread we're doing with Nick and Ro at that meme, do you mind if we move it over to a musebox post? I figure smut stuff is okay but I was looking around the thread and I feel a little awkward cuz NOBODY else is doing anything smutty. ... Which isn't bad, it just made me go "whoah uh".]

"Can I walk on my own some?"

"Sure, sure... just take it easy."

"Don't worry about it," Rochelle's voice sounded a little weak. Tired, if anything. "I'm not gonna slip in there. Besides, I'm starting to like this whole strict bedrest thing. Seeing as I haven't been off my feet in months..."

"I getcha. I'll be outside, just holler at me if you need anything."

Rochelle dissapeared inside the shower room, as good old doctor Travis was right outside the entrance, leaning against the wall next to a wheelchair. He'd probably get Jean to stand "guard" in a minute, once she was done with whatever she was doing.

[ooc: I'm cool with moving it to the musebox or dropping it if you'd rather. Either one you prefer!]

"Hey, doc." Nick saw Travis standing outside the shower room and let out a sigh. Rochelle was up and talking... had to be a good sign, right? "Is she alright in there?"

Almost tempted to just go ahead in, but he wanted to hear what the doctor said first before anything else.

[ooc: Hmm. Would you be okay with dropping it? I'm a little stuck on it right now. We could come back to it sometime though!]

Travis looked up.

"Hey. Nick, right? Good to see ya'll back in one piece... you got everything we need, yeah?" He scratched at his beard. "Yeah. She woke up about an hour ago. I already explained everything to her. Wheeled her around and gave her a tour too."

[ooc: Sure, that's fine!]

"Right. And yeah, uh, I think so. Everything that was on the list." He shifted his weight a little, peered back at the door. "How's she doing? And should she really be in there by herself? I mean..."

What if she fell or something. That wasn't going to help her or the kid and he wasn't sure how weak she was right now.

[ooc: COOL]

"Good, good..." Travis uncrosses his arms. He gives Nick a small, reassuring smile. "She's doing a lot better than I thought she would. She says she still feels weak and I'm still putting her on bedrest, but she's more alert and awake than I hoped for. She just wanted a shower before she 'had to be stuck in bed'."

His eyes follow Nick to the door. "Be my guest. She's your wife. I was gonna go get Jean in a minute, but you can check on her too if you want."

"She's not my wife," was right on the tip of Nick's tongue. They hadn't got married, they had no plans to as far as he knew, but whatever. Normally he'd make sure to point that out, but it wasn't this guy's business and truth be told, Nick was eager to see Rochelle after all this shit.

"Alright. Think I will." He stepped inside the shower room, stripping out of his clothes for now to go find Rochelle...

"Hey, sweetheart," he called out when he got to where the source of the water was coming from.

"You feeling better, I hear?"

It took a minute for Rochelle to get in a shower because she had to walk so carefully. She could walk, but she had to take it easy. Though she didn't think anyone else would be in there with her she closed the curtain anyway. Even after it had been so long since the Infection hit, she still had little "normal" habits like that.

Then again, unless you were really lucky, you couldn't get a consistent shower anymore.

Ro hoped they just got that lucky.

She leaned against the wall as the water hit her. WARM water. She tilted her head back at closed her eyes. Holy shit, she didn't think she was gonna have another shower this warm for a hell of a lot longer than this. For a moment, she just let herself relax and feel the water hitting her face.

When she opened her eyes, she looked down at her ever-growing belly. She wasn't big yet, but she looked as pregnant as anyone else would be. A hand went over her bump.

So she had a daughter, huh?

"You're a handful already, sweetie, and you aren't even out of me yet." There's a pause. She sighs. "Sorry. It's not your fault, I know."

Ro would have had more to say to her unborn child, then then Nick's voice came out of nowhere.

"... Nick?"

He snorted and slowly stepped in behind her, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Hey, she's just like her mom apparently. Likes to scare the shit out of people."

Daughter. Couldn't believe he was going to have a daughter. This was somewhere he never saw his life ending up. To be fair though, he didn't exactly expect the apocalypse though. Life liked to kick him in the ass with surprises.

"Yeah... thought I'd come give you a hand. How are you feeling?"

Rochelle had enough suprises today, but this time Nick coming in didn't scare her. She turned around. A big smile had spread already, with obvious relief on her face.

She hugged him, tight. She didn't think she needed to say anything. This morning was rough. It was a hell of a relief to see people she cared about and knew that everything was okay.

"I don't need a hand in a shower, but I'd love the company."

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"I can do company," he answered, lips quirking up despite himself when her arms came around him. Normally, he didn't do the hugging stuff, but slowly, his arms settled around her and pulled her in tighter against him.

"Feeling better?"

They can do the hugging stuff as much as she wanted to after the shit that happened this morning. Rochelle sighed through her nose. Content, for once. She'd got the story from the other group. If the boys had been talking about staying here, Rochelle was all for it.

"Yeah," She nodded as she let go, "Weak, but better."

The water was hitting both of them now. Rochelle's smile went lopsided.

"You smell a lot better than I do now."

Yeah, yeah, he's not stopping the hugging or whatever else she wants right now. He kept his arms tight around her, rubbing her back lightly. He loosened up when she started to let go and let out a snort at the comment.

"Hey, we'll get you cleaned up. You'll be as good as new in no time, sweetheart." He laughed a little under his breath.

He reached for the soap to start washing her up -- knew she said she didn't need a hand, but he could get her back at least, right?

"So, talkin' to the baby, huh?" Damn, a daughter. "Guess names should be easier to decide on now."

Hey, if Nick was offering to clean her up, Rochelle wasn't going to protest. She stepped closer to the shower nozzle and took a deep, relaxing breath.

"Yeah... little girl," She murmured. It was still crazy to think about. "I figured she needs a little reassurance. None of this is her fault. We'll have to think of something."

Pause.

"So you guys were talking about staying here? Because I say 'yes' to all accounts."

"I don't think she can really understand in there, Ro." He shook his head, lips quirking up as he worked on washing her up.

At the question, he was quiet a moment or so. "Yeah, we were. Guess we'll be staying. Not like you need to be traveling like you are anyway."

And hopefully, this place would hold out. Nick wasn't going to hold his breath for it though. Did that last time and look where it got them.

"Who said she couldn't?" Actually, Rochelle didn't know either. But it was worth trying. She propped her arm up against the wall that the shower head was on and leaned forward, relaxing while Nick was getting the dirt, sweat, blood, and zombie off her. There were deep bruises and scratches scattered through her body, but at this point they all did.

"That Travis guy said ideally, I ought to be on strict bedrest. You know, without zombies." She sighed. "But this is more of a home than anything we've ever found before. And we still aren't even 100% about what's going to be out west."

"Yeah, guess you're right." He worked over her slowly and carefully. "I guess it's the best bet we got. They have a secure place here, from what I can see. Plenty of room too."

He didn't know how long it could really hold up, but he hoped it did for awhile. "Anyway, I guess we're staying for awhile. It'll give you and the kid a chance to recover too."

When he finished washing her, he gave her a nudge forward, gently. "Go ahead, you're done."

"And they're offering. Knowing the people you can run into nowadays? It's good to see people can still trust other people."

After Nick nudged her nodded and rinsed the soap off of her back. Though she wasn't all the way clean yet, she turned around and leaned her back against the wall. She sighed and closed her eyes. Relaxed. She'd clean herself up but for a minute she just wanted to enjoy the warm water hitting her.

"Mmhm."

"Yeah, I guess." Nick didn't trust people easily, but he supposed these guys had kind of proven themselves so far.

He watched her lean back on the wall and his lips quirked up a little. Good to see her own her feet again, looking a little bit better. "Feels good to get a hot shower again, huh?"

Rochelle nodded.

"Yeah."

She was on her feet, but damn. She shouldn't get worn out from walking so much. With one more sigh she opens her eyes, grabs the soap again, and starts rubbing it down her arms, careful of her cuts and scrapes.

He let her handle her front, but he did stay close, letting his hands rest at her hips to just touch. He tilted his head in a little bit, watching as she carefully cleaned herself back up.

"Should probably get back to bed soon, you know?"

As she washed the rest of the dirt and grime and blood and guts off of the rest of her body she looked up at Nick with a small smile.

"I thought I was gonna have this shit on my permanently."

A couple minutes later and she was done and rinsed the soap suds off of herself. It was really hard to get out of a warm shower, though, as evident by the fact that she hadn't left it yet.

"Yeah, yeah... and for once I can." Rochelle had no problems with getting into a nice warm bed. She would probably start getting restless in about a week once she felt better, but that's another story. She leaned on Nick a little.

"Hey... any ideas for a name? For the baby."

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EEEEEEEE also whoa jeez we haven't played this in two months.

Really? I didn't know it had been that long!

YEAH I was looking at the comment dates! **Also, just wanted to clean up my tag.

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