Save the Savior | TWD

Negan
She did it. She killed someone.
"EUGUENE! NO!" The girl with the slashed arm screamed. I looked down at Rick, he looked up at me. Fuck.
He lunged at me, knocking me right in the face.
I let him. I deserved it.
I felt punches being thrown left and right. In the corner of my eye, I saw my sweet Ophelia.
She sat on the ground, watching me and Rick. She was screaming and crying.
"I'LL KILL YOU!" I was being choked by Rick. I pushed him off of me with a load of force. My men held me back and Rick ran to Ophelia, holding her in his arms. She had blood everywhere on her. It was on her face, her arms, neck, hands. What could I do? Nothing. I am a coward. I hurt the only thing good in my life, she was the only the I wanted in my life.
Suddenly, I heard her scream again. I felt a sharp pain cut through my leg. It was a bullet.
"FUCK!" I screamed.
She shot me. I deserved it. "Dwight don't do anything." I got up, still in agonizing pain.
"Load up the trucks, get anything we need, get Ophelia. We're leaving."
I limped back to the truck to have one of my men patch me up while I watched Ophelia being man handled by my men.
I caused her so much pain.
I didn't hate Rick, I was jealous. I wanted to be him. I wanted what he had with Ophelia. I wanted to be able to calm her down with just my touch- instead I caused her a panic attack every time I walked into the same room as her.
I wished to be able to love her the way he did. I wished to kiss her lips, and make love to her in a warm bed every night.
I wished she were mine. I ignored the screaming and panic of everything around me. After five minutes of being patched up, I found that I was lucky enough to have had the bullet to go straight through my leg. It was my thigh to be exact. In no time, we were headed off. Ophelia was in a different car. She couldn't stand to look at me.
I lost her.