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As both Clary and Carl made their way through the sewers, they were surprised to see almost everyone from Alexandria and Solaris within. However, the only new face was that of Dwight, who practically cowered under the girl's glare.

"What the hell is he doing here?" Clary questioned, reaching for her gun until Daryl brought up his hand, putting himself in between the two. "Hey, hey, hey, It's alright, Jo." The girl's glare stayed on the man until Daryl spoke again. "Hey, look at me, don't look at him." Reluctantly, Clary's gaze fell on Daryl. "The Saviors know about him now. He stays to help, after that, he's gone. You got that?" With a clenched jaw, the girl nodded, knowing that while she didn't trust Dwight, she could trust Daryl. "Good, you just focus on making sure Carl's alright. I got shit covered here."

With a nod, Clary dropped her hand from her gun, sending one last glare to Dwight before making her way through the sewers. Passing her people, assuring they were okay and unhurt, along with placing a soft kiss upon Judith's head, she finally ended up where Carl was sitting. He had become paler with the blood loss, his skin dotted with sweat that she tried to rub away with a damp cloth. "So," Carl began softly, forcing the girl to look to him. "How attractive am I looking right now?" With the half smile upon his lips, Clary only rolled her eyes with a sharp breath, focusing on tending to his wounds.

After a moment, she looked back at him. "You know, with how many times you get into trouble, I might just have to reevaluate my decision of being with you." Carl let out a weak laugh, his hand falling upon hers as it rested on his bullet wound as she cleaned it. "Nope, no take backs. You're stuck with me. Who else can save my ass as well as you do?" Clary let out a humored laugh at that before continuing to tend to his wound.

After finally being able to catch a breath and down a bottle of water, he was seemingly feeling a lot better. He had been moved over to Siddiq's cot, Clary sitting beside him with her hand in his. He continued to rest, his eye shut and his breathing even, while Clary sat by him alert and ready for anything to happen. However, she did remain calm with him, especially after Siddiq tended to his wound. Upon learning that he was a doctor, Clary could only thank whatever God above that Carl's kindness had fallen upon the man.

Brushing back his hair from his damp forehead, Clary only gazed upon him as a soft hum sounded from her lips. Of the times she had fallen asleep with Carl, she never admitted to him that she had been mostly awake, never really falling asleep until later on. Because of this, she had felt his fingers combing through her hair lovingly, along with the soft humming of a Beatles song, 'Hey Jude'. She only knew it because it was on her sister's CD, the song coming on enough to make her recognize it immediately. She would never admit to Carl that she had been awake for his late-night humming, finding it endearing that as he thought she slept he'd put her more to peace with the song and his touch.

"How's he doin'?" Clary looked up, the hum dying on her lips as she saw Daryl crouch down on the other side of him. "He's doing better, the sleep is helping." A laugh fell from her lips. "You know, for bombs going off, he's sleeping a little too well." Daryl let out a puff of air that could have been distinguished as a laugh. "Yeah, kid sleeps like a bear. I think he has since I met him." The two laughed softly as Clary continued to brush through his hair. "You should get some rest, too, Jo. We'll be stuck here for a while." The girl only shrugged. "I'll rest when we get far away from here."

Daryl pursed his lips, not liking the view before him because he could see how tired the girl was. From her dark under eyes to her scratched-up and wounded skin, he hated to see her hurt. "Then let me clean that up at least." Clary looked up to meet Daryl's gaze, only to follow it to her her arm. She was surprised to see a large scrape from the asphalt she had slid against during one of the many explosions Carl and she had passed. "I didn't even notice..." Daryl let out a huff as he kneeled beside her, pulling a flask from his pocket. "Guess you really can't when you're out there bein' a hero." Her eyes met his, the man taking a moment to meet her gaze, but smiling softly as he did so.