Clementine x Male Reader: Enemy Within

Chapter 44

Your eyes flutter open and you sense that you're laying down. You fully open your eyes and look around to see that you're in the infirmary. You notice you are hooked up to an IV beside you. You pull the IV out of your arm and toss it to the side before deciding to sit up on the bed and hang your legs off the edge.

Just as you do, the door to the room opens and a teary eyed Clem walks in. She looks at you and her expression turns into shock when she sees you sitting up. She hurries over to you and embraces you. She then whispers into your ear.

Clem: "Lay. The Fuck. Down."

Y/N: "Clem, I'm fin-"

Clem: "No, you're not!" She says, in a loud voice while pushing herself off you.

Y/N: "..."

Clem: "How many times are you going to keep lying to yourself!? To me!?"

Y/N: "Didn't realize I was supposed to keep count-"

Clem: "Shut up."

Maybe she's right.

Clem: "What is wrong with you, Y/N? You've been sick for weeks, you won't tell me about it, you've been killing yourself everyday and act like nothings wrong? I know you're strong, but you're not fucking invincible!"

Y/N: "Clem, I-"

You're interrupted when the door opens and Heather, the nurse, walks in. She has a clipboard in hand and is startled once she sees you sitting up.

Heather: "You're supposed to be resting."

Y/N: "Tell me something I don't know."

Heather: "Well for starters, you have swollen lymph nodes, noticeable weight loss, bruised ribs, severe dry cough, and a few red blotches on your arm. That's only what I was able to observe due to our piece of shit equipment. Need I say more?"

You notice a worried expression seeping into Clem's face as she listens to Heather. You grip her hand and slowly caress it.

Heather: "I'm not going to bullshit you, Y/N. You're in bad shape. You could have an infection or disease, but we can't even figure that out because of our shitty equipment."

Clem: "Well can't you run some more tests? Do his symptoms not match up with anything!? I-I mean there has to be an answer..."

Heather: "His symptoms match up with a lot of things, but that's where more problems start to pile up. If it is an infection or disease, you will need specific medication to treat it. Not only that, depending on how severe, there's a risk whatever you have could be inherited.

Clem: "W-What do you mean "inherited?"

Heather: "Passed down. As in, any future offspring holds the risk of inheriting whatever you have."

You take in what Heather says, sca- no, you're not scared. Never. Ellie's fine, and you sure as hell don't plan on having anymore kids.

Heather: "This isn't something to take lightly. With you passing out and having to hear your horrible cough, I'm afraid it's worse than I'm thinking. That's coming from someone who didn't even get a PhD."

Clementine looks at you with teary, red eyes. You hate to see her like this. Before you can do anything, she begins to cry and quickly walks out of the room with her hands covering her face.

Y/N: "Clementine-"

The door closes before you could say anything else. A looming presence overwhelms the room. A presence so thick it could cut through steel. You carefully rise from the bed and begin slowly walking towards the door as you grab a nearby shirt and put it on.