He takes it, drinking slowly, in small sips. Even though when the water hits his tongue all he wants to do is chug the whole thing down. He's violently thirsty. But that has to be a good thing, right? It means he's alive, it means... it means something.

Neal reaches for her hand, grabbing on, holding tight. Guilt hits in a wave. "...I didn't look for you," he says, voice a whisper. "I just--Raylan, I found Raylan, and we found Negan, and then Malcolm and Doc weren't in the house and Raylan split off to hunt for them and Negan went and I... I just..."

He closes his eyes. He saw the blood on the show, the spot where he died, and shut down. "I'm sorry."