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KENNNYYYYYYY
Love this man honestly
He just makes stupid mistakes, like we all do
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It was nightfall by the time they reached the farm, (Y/N) dozing off on Lee and Clement looking ahead at the road.
Shawn drives past a corn field before turning on another road, slowing as they near a farm house.
Chet climbs out of the truck bed, Shawn doing the same as Lee gently wakes (Y/N) up, not knowing if he could carry her with his leg the way it was.
She slowly blinks her eyes open and yawns, smiling tiredly. Lee helps her down from the truck, climbing out as well with Clement following.
"Hey, Shawn, I'm a' run on home. My mama's gonna be in a snit," Chet calls, rubbing his arm.
"No sweat, man," Shawn nods, closing his car door. "I'll catch you tomorrow night."
Chet nods, turning to Lee and the kids. "It was nice to meet y'all."
(Y/N) waves her doll while rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Clement raising his hand and Lee waving as well as Chet takes his leave.
The front door opens, an older man stepping out with relief in his eyes. "Thank God you're okay."
"I was worried it'd be bad here, too," Shawn walks over, hugging his father.
"Been quiet as usual the past couple days. Ol' Breckon down the way thinks his mare's gone lame, but that ain't nothing new," Hershel jokes, patting Shawn's back as they pull away.
"I wouldn't of made it back without Chet."
"Well..." Hershel glances over to the newcomers. "I'm glad you took him with you, then... You've brought a couple guests."
Lee limps forward, (Y/N) remaining at Clement's side as they follow.
"Your boy is a lifesaver," Lee replies, gesturing to Shawn.
Hershel chuckles, setting his hands on his waist. "Glad he could be of help to somebody. So... It's just you and your kids, then?"
"Oh. Not his kids. He's... Well..." Shawn shrugs, giving a small smile. "Just some guy who found them alone."
Hershel frowns, kneeling to their height. "Darlings, you don't know this man?"
"No..." Clement responds, shaking his head. "But he helped us. A lot."
"Yeah," (Y/N) agrees, gripping the end of Lee's shirt. "We'd be alone in our treehouse without him."
Hershel was quiet for a moment, nodding as he rises. "Okay then."
His eyes land on Lee's leg, the blood dried on his pants. "Well, looks like you hurt your leg pretty bad there."
Lee sighs, glancing down to it. "Yeah. It's not doing so good."
"I can help you out," Hershel responds, looking over to Shawn. "Shawn, run on in and check on Maggie. You, take a seat up on the porch and I'll go see what I have."
Hershel turns and walks back inside, Lee limping up the stairs to a bench on the porch.
"Does it hurt?" (Y/N) quietly questions, remaining on the steps while Clement leans back on the railing.
"Naw," Lee forces a smile, Hershel walking back outside carrying bandages.
His gaze lingers on Clement and (Y/N) as he walks over to Lee, kneeling down. "Let's have a look. Yeah... This is swollen to hell."
