THE REASON ━ glenn rhee ²

𝟗. sad and happy tears

THE REASON

chapter nine : sad and happy tears
[ season five – episode five ]

   KLOE LET OUT a few coughs as she inhaled the smoke particles in the air. She squinted her eyes as she opened them, her vision was blurred and the light seeping through the smashed windows made her head sensitive.

She blinked religiously, attempting to be rid of the blurriness. She frowned deeply, trying to turn her head to the side. She winced when pain shot through the back of her head.

A loud cry of agony escaped her lips, which caused Glenn to shoot up from his daze and confusion. Within a few seconds, he was fine and steadied himself up.

"Klo? Hey, you okay?" he asked worriedly, kneeling down in front of her. He extended out his hand, to which she only stared at it as she squinted her eyes.

She blinked a few times more before finally grabbing onto his hand. He lifted her up with his strength, quickly wiping away some blood that escaped his new wound on the side of his forehead.

For extra support, Glenn set his other hand on the back of his wife's shoulder. His eyes widened for a moment as he winced and brought his hand away. He glanced down at his hand, his own blood beginning to ooze out of his palm.

"Shit, did my shoulder bone snap in half and stab you in the hand, because it sure as hell feels like it," Kloe croaked out, stretching her other arm across her chest to touch the back of her right shoulder. "Oh fuck, it is?"

"No, no, it's not," Glenn shook his head. "There's glass in your shoulder. Let me see." He climbed over the bus that was on its side, crouching down behind his wife. He grimaced as he saw the wound on her shoulder.

"Is it a big shard?" Kloe wondered as she glanced around at the place, watching everyone lift themselves up.

Glenn shook his head, then remembered that Kloe was facing the other way, "no, no it's small. Uh, we have to get it out before it gets infected and patch it up."

"But Isabelle said you have to disinfect it first," Kloe said aloud, her brows furrowing deeply as she attempted to peer over her own shoulder to spot the shard. "It still feels like my shoulder's snapped in half."

"Your shoulder has definitely not snapped, Kloe," Glenn reassured as he examined the wound, trying to figure out how deep it was. "It's not that deep. D'you want me to pull it out real quick?"

"Yeah, yeah. Hang on." She unwrapped her thin black cardigan from around her waist, twisting the arm of it. "This is gonna hurt like a bitch, right?"

"Yes, a lot," Glenn nodded, carefully wrapping his fingers around the sharp object.