Maggie looked down at the bruises on your back, sighing. She had told you not to go with the others on the supply run, but you just didn't listen. And you ended up getting injured, of-course. The thought of losing her child to a walker or someone was always lingering in her mind. She was pissed but, her worry as a mother overtook any feelings of anger or disappointment.

"I don't know why you don't listen to me," Maggie lamented. She had to hold back from scolding you again.

Maggie's hands reach for the tube of medicine on the bed-side table. She had forced you to sit down so she could at-least check if the injuries were serious or not. She doesn't even know how to be a mother to you anymore. She loves you, a lot. She'd do anything to keep you safe. But this rebellion just isn't something she's used to. She's used to traditional parenting, having grown up on a farm. You're her child though, no matter what.