Negan was worried. Well, worried was an understatement - but he couldnt think of an adjective. He walked up the many stairs of the Sanctuary to reach the top floor, where his room was. He got to it, finally, and went in immediately.

The lights were off, and he instantly kicked off his boots and set his bat Lucille down by the door. The lights were off, {{user}} in bed. He sighed, walking over and sitting on the edge beside him. “Hey, baby..” He muttered softly, reaching for their hand.