In which Cassian and her father Judd find themselves forming a new family in the middle of the end.
"I wouldn't trade you for the world, Cass."
"Even if it was made out of scrambled eggs?"
"...what?"
"I know you love them more than me."
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Judd fumbled weakly, holding Henry's face still as Hershel tried to bag him. Sasha and Glenn were pinning him down too. "Henry, I need you to calm down." Hershel told the struggling man. "We're trying to help."
Judd held him still as Hershel fed the tube down Henry's throat. Surely, they were done and Hershel bagged him up. Almost immediately Judd, Glenn and Sasha begun choking, Judd falling onto his ass as he winced.
"Drink some of that." Hershel ordered them, looking to the tea. "All of you." Judd poured a cup out for Glenn and Sasha before his own, Hershel side eyeing him to make sure he did in fact drink it.
Judd only choked up a little...
"Some council meeting, huh?" Judd croaked from his position on the floor, the man now laying down. He wanted to sleep, but Hershel said he couldn't.
What good was being sick if you couldn't even nap?
"We're two members short." Sasha commented as she sipped her tea.
"I think we should make some new rules before they get back." Hershel told them as he squeezed the bag attached to Henry, helping the man breathe. "I hereby declare we have Spaghetti Tuesdays every Wednesday."
"First we have to find some spaghetti." Judd chuckled horesly. "Man, you should have seen Cassie and 'Tteo eatin' spaghetti. It was a big mess." He didn't see the looks the other three shared. If he did, he didn't care.
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"What are you doing?" This was not Judd's finest moment. He had been through a lot in his life, but to admit he let out a yelp at Lizzie voice... he couldn't do it.
"We're taking Mr. Jacobson to a quieter place." Hershel explained to Lizzie as Glenn snickered at Judd quietly. The mood was light for a moment, until Glenn coughed and Judd looked down. Down at the still body of Mr. Jacobson on the stretcher. Judd let out a heavy sigh as he patted Glenn's back.
After a few words, Hershel walked from Lizzie back to the boys, and the trio made it to another room, wheeling in the stretcher as they went. It was awfully quiet as Judd lifted a shaky hand to paw at his tired eyes.
"You haven't had to do this yet, have you?" Glenn asked Hershel. Judd watched as the boy held a knife over the body, Hershel standing in the corner of the room holding a bible.
"There was one late last night." Hershel spoke grimly. "Sasha did it. People don't need to see it. I don't want them to."
Judd watched lazily as the body begun to move. Glenn didn't even pause, he just looked away from Hershel and stabbed the corpse in its brain. Hershel flinched and Judd ducked his head. It was gonna be a long day.
