Clementine x Male reader : We Are Monsters

Chapter 24

Y/N Pov :

You wake up, entangled in the blankets. You blinked a few times, yawned, which ended up as a poor desicion, your cheek painfully reminding you it, and took a look around. Lydia was peacefully sleeping, her chest raising up and down as her little snores resonated in the room. You smiled before landing a kiss on her cheek and getting up as silently as possible. You covered her the best you could with the blankets, and walked to the table you put your supplies on.

You cracked and massaged your neck, sore by sleeping on the ground, and your fingers as well. You'd kill for a coffee right now. You'd commit genocide for bacon, waffles or eggs. You sighed, and satisfied yourself with some bread and strawberry jam. You realized that your ears were still ringing. Not very loudly, but permanently shrilling. It was annoying as fuck.

What was taking place as a breakfast done, you wandered in the house, until you found a massive decorated mirror. You took a look at yourself in the mirror after wiping its dust off, and barely recognized yourself. Your hair was messy, dust and scurfs on it, your eye injected with blood and puffy from crying yesterday, dark circles around it. You removed your eyepatch, and grinned at the sight of your eye. It was pale, at the limit of blank, the pupil on a bluish and hazy tone. You blinked a few times, the contact with the air itching.

Then, you slowly passed your fingers on your cheek, the skin being a little swollen and sensitive. It wasn't hurting that much, but you do know how fast an infection spreads. If your cheek starts to make an ischemia, which will lead to its necrosis, you're gonna die from the infection. And you're not even talking about the external aspect. 

You removed your jacket and took a look at the gunshot wound. Bleeding has stopped, and it already started to cicatrize, but it still worries you as fuck. You're sure that you missed a few fragments inside. If your body starts to attack these foreign objects, you're screwed. You need to change the bandage too. Find a way to keep your chest as immobile as possible as well. You put your jacket back on, brushed your hair the best you could, making a rain of particles fly in the air. 

Your face is pretty clean, at least for this new world stantards. A few drops of blood splashed across your nose and forehead, dirt and stains of sweat. With your thumb, you removed the drops of dried blood. You took a look at your teeth. One of the slots was empty, the bloody gum visible, at the emplacement of one of your right molars. Not that problematic. Could have been worse. You should really find some toothpaste, fast. Your teeth are starting to take a yellowish tone. Of course, you can still use coal, but it's not the most practical. You passed your index on your teeth, and smelled your breath. Not disgusting, but not attractive either.

Finally, satisfied, you take your eyepatch and are about to leave the room when you notice a shadow leaned against the treshold, in the blurry field of view of your left eye. You jump in the air, surprised.

- Holy sh... !

Lydia, raised her eyebrows, amused, walked to you.

- Finally, I can scare you, can I ?

You looked away, closing your left eye, starting to put your eyepatch as fast as you could, clumsily. She put her hand over your shoulder, and turned you around. You kept looking away, not wanting her to see your eye.

- Hey... it's okay... C'mon... Look at me.

You look at her, avoiding eye-contact as much as possible, ashamed, your left eye still closed.

- Look at me. I wanna look at you in the eyes.

- I...

- It's okay. There's nothing you have to be worried about. You're still handsome. That just had to happen someday, right ? C'mon. Open your eye.