For the past six years, Enid was everything you craved. You wanted to feel her physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. You would stare at the empty side of your bed at night and wish she was there. Six. Long. Years.

When you went on a supply run with a few people from Hilltop, you guys ran into some trouble with another group of strangers and you got cut on the waist with one of their knives.

When you got back to Hilltop, you were helped to the infirmary. Holding your side to hold back the bleeding Siddiq and Enid came over to you. Peeling the tank top you wore up enough to see the cut, Siddiq told Enid she could handle it as he left the room for another patient.

"How'd it happen?" She asked as she helped you sit down on the bed.