The girl - a clementine x male reader story

Chapter 118 - making up for it

You wake up to the birds chirping and Scout staring at them from inside the window as the beams of light shine on the blankets of the bed but just enough so it's not in your face.

Clem is slowly waking up too. You both lock eyes as you remain wrapped up in each other.

Clem: good morning.

You: good morning. Sleep well?

Clem: very well.

She says shutting her eyes again.

Clem: what time is it?

You: by the looks of it doesn't look to late but I wouldn't be surprised if some people are up.

Clem: good. That means we can sleep in.

You: well I've got nothing to do.

Clem: wait I'm going to roll over.

Clem rolls over so you are both facing the window but as she rolls you realise that she's been laying on your arm.

You: wait.

Clem: what?

You pull your arm out from under her and you can't feel anything from your forearm to your hand. You try to open your hand but it doesn't even move a millimetre.

Clem: oh shit sorry.

She says as you start laughing.

You turn your hand over and it flops like a dead fish.

You: wow this is weird.

You feel it with your other hand and it's a weird sensation as you can almost feel the blood reentering your arm.

You both chuckle as you slowly open and close it getting the feeling back.

You: ok I'm fine now.

You say as you can slowly feel the pins and needles ramping up.

You lay back down so you and clem are facing the window as scout is sticking his snout out of the bars.

You wrap your left arm over her belly and put your right arm under her head between her neck and her shoulder so there's enough room for circulation but your still hugging her.

She takes you right hand with both of her hands and just start playing with it.

You: what are you doing?

Clem: looking at your hand.

You: why?

Clem: I don't know.

Her hands are so much smaller and more elegant compared to yours.

You: you have tiny hands.

Clem: hey leave me alone. Just because they're small doesn't mean they won't hurt when I hit you in the gut.

You chuckle.

You: it's the fact you took it as an insult. At least yours can fit in a can. I've got pure hulk fists.

Clem: your hands aren't massive. They're just bigger than mine.

You: I guess your right.

Clem: you have normal hands.

You: thank you.

Clem: why are we talking about our hands?

You: you were the one examining them.

Clem: I think this is the first time I've seen them without bruised knuckles.

You: guess I have turned over a new leaf. How long will that last?