Clementine looked around the desolate shed, illuminated only by moonlight, in a desperate search for anything useful to their precarious present situation.

She turned to look at Y/N who was getting progressively worse by the minute. All she could think to herself was I can't believe this, but she did what she knew Y/N had done for her time after time the last three years.

She buried her concern behind a calm facade as she spoke with conviction:

"You're gonna be fine Y/N. You're gonna be fine."

Y/N nodded and offered a weak smile, Clem opened a tackle box sitting on one of the benches. She pulled out a roll of fishing wire and smiled, holding it up to Y/N:

"Look Y/N, we can use this for stitches."

Y/N again offered a weak smile and thumbs up as Clementine placed it next to him on the floor and squeezed his shoulder gently.

"Now to find a way out of this shed and get what you need" she smiled resolutely.

Y/N lifted his right arm and pointed to the far back corner of the shed:

"B-board over the hole, Clemmy."

Clementine turned to see where Y/N was pointing, and also spotted a hammer up high on a shelf. It was at least a foot from her reach. Y/N watched her look up like she was trying to work something out as he asked:

"Y-you ok?"

Clementine nodded answering:

"There's a hammer up there and I need to- hey wait!"

Before she could finish Y/N had pulled himself to his feet, reached with his good arm and handing it to Clem before sliding back to the floor.

Clementine sighed and nodded, thankful that she didn't have to climb on the rickety table but at the same time feeling guilty that even when he was injured he still needed to help her.

"Take this" Y/N said weakly as he pulled his knife again, holding the hilt towards his best friend.

"Y/N I'm not going to-"

"Just in case, out there..." Y/N replied. Clem nodded and quickly used the claw of the hammer to remove the nails loosely holding the board in place. She heard Y/N say "be careful" as she exited the shed.

The house was illuminated brightly so Clementine could see a couple of nearby walkers. She quietly moved over towards the house, whispering to herself "they have a doctor. He's gotta have stuff for stitches."

As she walked up the small steps Clem first came to a window. She overheard the married couple arguing inside. The woman sounded like a real bitch

"It makes me feel like a fucking idiot when we're not on the same page."

"We are on the same page!"

"Not out there, we weren't! Not about the kid! I saw you get soft!"

"What do you want me to do, Bec? Put a bullet in him?"

"I want you to think about our family first."

"It's all I think about. So don't give me any shit."

"I need some air."

Clementine heard the door slam shut and figured this would be her shot. She steadied herself before knocking on the bedroom window.

Alvin looked up shocked, then in terror as he rushed over and opened the window:

"What the hell are you doing?" He asked in a panic whisper shout.

Clementine looked at him with giant, sad, pitiful puppy dog brown eyes, whimpering:

"I need your help."

Alvin stammered:

"Me? No I'm- I'm sorry. I can't do nothing"

Clem replied desperately:

"Please. I need to fix my best friend's arm"

"Are you out of your mind? Even if he ain't bit by some lurker, which he probably is, you can't be here. You understand, get back in that shed and Carlos will take care of him in the morning."

"Y/N won't make it until morning" Clementine burst out as tears slowly dropped from her eyes.

"He's weak from not eating, not sleeping, chasing me all night. And then the dog bite..."

Clem wiped her eyes as more tears fell.

"Oh hey, uh, don't cry" Alvin said in a feeble attempt at comforting the young teen.

"Well what do you expect. We were attacked, lost our friends, Y/N was bitten by that dog and you people lock us in a shed... please Alvin. He's all I have left. He's done so much for me. Things you could never believe. And he jumped in front of the dog for me. I can't lose him..."

A steady stream was now flooding from Clementine's eyes as Alvin, being the big softy he was, crumbled like a cheap deck of cards.

"You're... you're really not with Carver?" he asked. Clementine shook her head, wiping her eyes and whispering "no."

"And he didn't get bit by a dead person?"

"No" Clementine repeated again.

Alvin sighed.

"Carlos keeps most of the medical stuff locked up tight. What do you need anyway?"

"A bandage? Something to clean his arm with? And something for stit-"

"Stitches? Nm-mm no I can't do that" Alvin whispered worriedly.

"I can stitch his arm. My friend Carley showed me. I just need what ever you can find me."

Alvin again sighed and nodded leaving the room for what seemed like an eternity. He finally returned and handed Clementine a rolled up piece of cloth.

"Here, this could work for a bandage. And I got the two of you a juice box, in case you're thirsty"

Clementine smiled appreciatively:

"Thank you Alvin. I won't forget this."

Alvin opened his mouth to reply when there was a knock at the bedroom door and an arrogant voice with a Mexican accent yelled out:

"House meeting in five. There's some things we need to discuss"

"No problem Carlos!" Alvin answered. He turned and whispered:

"Alright you need to-"

Clementine had already disappeared into the night.

—~—

Clementine stashed the juice boxes near the patio steps and crawled round the side of the house. It was an old southern style of cabin, raised on its foundations, and when Clementine found a poorly hammered piece of plywood covering a broken piece of latticing she quickly got the nails off with the claw from her hammer.

She crawled under the foundations of the house up to the house's trap door and easily used Y/N's knife to pick me lock. She quietly climbed up into the house into a hallway. She could overhear Pete and Carlos talking in another room:

"I've already made my decision."

"Well, Luke has more to say, I guess. Where's Sarah?"

"She's got her book. She doesn't need to be a part of this."

"Carlos the girls nearly fifteen. In this world she's got to-"

"I'm her father Pete. She doesn't need to be a part of this!"

Clem heard other voices join the conversation and climbed the stairs leading to the first floor of the cabin while everyone was busy.

She opened the first door she came to and gasped in shock, the girl from before was sitting on the bed and chuckled when she saw Clementine. Clementine rushed in the room and closed the door behind her, begging:

"Please please don't scream. I'm not going to hurt you."

She was surprised when the girl, instead of looking scared, had a large smile on her face.

"You're not supposed to be in here. My dad told me I was never allowed to talk to you."

"I know. I'm sorry I just need help. The boy I was with, Y/N, he-"

"Is he your boyfriend?" the girl blurted out, surprising Clementine who stuttered back:

"N-n-no"

"Does he have a girlfriend?"

"No?" Clementine answered, again puzzled.

"Was he bitten by a lurker?"

"No" Clem answered quickly. "He was bit by a dog, I need to get him stitched up before he bleeds out. Please, he's my best friend in the whole world. Help me, please."

The girl looked at Clem as if considering something before replying:

"I don't know where the needles are, but I saw a bottle of peroxide in my dad's room. I could give it to you, on one condition."

Clementine nodded and replied:

"Yeah sure, anything."

The girl smiled.

"My names Sarah. Introduce me to Y/N."

Clementine was caught off guard by the girl's odd request but answered:

"Sure, yeah, no problem. Just help me please."

Sarah nodded and quietly snuck out of the room. She returned a minute later and handed Clementine a bottle of peroxide:

"I think there's a needle in the bathroom. I might have seen one in there. Don't forget our deal."

Clementine nodded gratefully and silently left the room, heading to a door down the hall with an embossed porcelain fisherman on it. She entered the small bathroom and closed the door behind her, opening the medicine cabinet and finding a needle sitting on an otherwise empty shelf.

"Oh thank goodness. Now to-"

Clem cut herself off as she heard footsteps coming towards her. She quickly stepped into the shower/bath combo, pulling the curtains closed and holding her breath tight. She heard the door open and the woman from earlier, Rebecca, started taking to herself:

"That man sometimes, I swear! Damn it... Just need to have this baby and...oh, god. Let it be his baby and...oh Lord please let it it be his."

Rebecca took a deep breath and after washing her face left. Clementine's eyes widened in realisation of Rebecca's meaning. She gave it a couple of minutes and then quietly snuck out of the room, down the stairs, and out through the trap door.

—~—

Clementine rushed back to the shed as quickly as she could, she crawled into the shed through the small opening and panicked, looking across at Y/N who was sat with his head down against the wall.

"Y/N?!?! Y/N!!!!" She yelled out in panic as she rushed through the hole and over to him as quick as she could.

—~—

A walker stood in the moonlight looking up and moaning softly. It's head turned as it heard not too far away:

"Y/N!!! Y/N!!!"

—~—

"Y/N!" Clementine screamed as she rushed over to his slumped form, fearing the absolute worst.

"Hm?" Y/N said drowsily as his head rose. Clementine sighed in relief, barreling into him for a bone crunching hug before pulling back at his groans of pain.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry" Clementine apologised profusely. "I've got what we need, can you stand?"

Y/N nodded, weakly getting to his feet as Clementine supported him over to the bench top.

"We'll do it here in the moonlight" she said as she laid out her pilfered supplies. She quickly put a straw into one of the juice boxes, holding it up to Y/N's lips. He happily sucked down the fluid as she smiled and placed her head against his shoulder, saying:

"We've got one each, you drink all of it down."

When Y/N had finished she gently laid his arm down and looked guiltily into his eyes:

"I've got to put the peroxide on. It's gonna suck."

Y/N chuckled weakly and replied:

"I remember."

He grunted and seethed as Clementine poured it over his cut, apologising profusely as she did.

"It's fine, it's fine, Clemmy. Let's just get this done."

It took five agonising minutes for Clementine to get Y/N's arm stitched up. She was nearly in tears at each time she pierced his flesh to stitch him up. Y/N snarled but didn't cry out. She bit the end of the line and tied it up before breaking down as she bandaged his wound. She finished and sobbed:

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Y/N was in obvious pain but hid it as he replied:

"You probably just saved my life Clemmy. Thank y-"

He was cut off as Clementine screamed, a walker had crawled through the hole in the wall and grabbed her leg. Y/N roared "Clemmy!" and ripped her back, grabbing the walker that was on its knees by the throat.

He grunted in exertion as the walker snapped and snapped at him while he was, in essence, fighting one handed. He managed to shove the walker to his left and it fell on its back, Y/N's boot quickly smashing down on its face. It took four stomps before the walker fell limp.

Y/N puffed out of breath before Clementine screamed "Y/N!" again, pointing in terror to a second walker that was forcing it's way into the shed.

"Hammer!" Y/N yelled, Clementine throwing it to him as his smashed downwards again and again and again.

Blood and brain and skull matter splashed all over the walls and Y/N as the shed doors shot open, Luke and Pete stood with guns and torches raised, the other adults behind them. They stared at Y/N in shock as he turned, puffed out, covered in blood and other matter as he sneered at them:

"Still not... fucking... bitten!"

"He never was! And you left him to die!" Clementine roared as she rushed over to Y/N's side.

"These kids are tough as nails" Pete chuckled before the others noticed Y/N's bandaged arm.

"Are you alright?" Luke asked in a panic before following up with:

"Your arm is patched up?"

"Where'd you get that stuff?" Nick asked.

"Did they steal from us?" Rebecca roared.

Pete quickly moved to calm things, saying in a relaxed manner:

"This doesn't change a thing. They haven't done anything to us."

"Says the man not carrying a baby" Rebecca snapped back.

"Enough already!" "Guys, please" Pete and Luke spoke at the same time before Clementine spoke up:

"I did it. I took what I needed to help my best friend. And I'm not sorry for it. He needed help and you were happy to let him die"

"And you think we can trust them?" Rebecca snapped again before Pete arked up, having had enough of it all. He wasn't happy locking the kids in the shed to begin with:

"Goddamn it, don't even start! Any of you would've done the same if you were half as tough as these kids. So just save it."

"Bring them in and I'll take a look at his arm." Carlos said arrogantly before turning and walking away.

"Damn lurkers sneakin' around out here... We better get inside." Alvin said looking around fearfully.

Clementine walked over to Y/N, placing his right arm over her shoulder and saying sweetly:

"Come on, I'll help you to the house. Just take it slow, Mister!"

As the two walked passed Luke asked:

"You hungry?"

Neither Y/N or Clementine replied as they slowly walked towards the cabin.