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"Stay still," Carl ordered the girl.
"Easy for you to say. You're not the one that's being tortured." Stella's words were muffled by the wooden spoon in her mouth that she bit down on as Carl did his best to clean the wound. Rick had found some rubbing alcohol and chose to give Carl the job of helping her stop the infection.
"Man up." He told her, deeply concentrated on the wound.
"Remind me why I'm trusting you with this again." She grunted as the towel made contact with her wound.
"You're not. You're just supposed to lay still and stop weeping." Carl grinned putting slightly more pressure on her stomach to which she hissed in pain, spitting the spoon out of her mouth.
"You little shit." She spat at him, grabbing one of the pillows and tossing it on his head making them both laugh.
"Hey, language," Rick said. The man lay on the other couch in the room, trying to get some rest. The two children looked at each other with a smirk before muttering quiet sorries.
"Am I allowed to wear the hat now?" Stella asked jokingly.
"What?" Both Carl and Rick turned to face her.
"Back at the farm after Carl got shot, you told him that since he's is part of the club, he could wear the hat." Stella smiled. "Now, I've been shot just live you two and I think I should get to wear the hat."
"Well, you could have just asked. You wouldn't have to get shot to wear it, you know." Rick said with sarcasm. "Always such a drama queen."
Stella laughed placing her head back on the pillow, grunting slightly as she adjusted the way she was laying. Carl stood up after changing the bandage and grabbed the serif's hat.
"Welcome to the club." He joked, placing it on his older sister's head.
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Stella sat with Carl by the dinner table in the house they had found. She was shoving spoons with cereal in her mouth, having to remind herself to slow down before she threw it all up. She hadn't had much to eat in days and eating too much and too fast would only result in it all coming back up.
The two Grimes kids stopped their eating for a moment as Michonne entered the room, wearing a shirt that was several sizes too big for her small frame. They glanced at each other exchanging a quick laugh at the sight.
"Do you two have anything to say about my extremely comfortable and attractive shirt?" Michonne smiled at them.
"No, no it looks great," Carl said, with his mouth full of cereal as Stella hummed in agreement.
"Yeah, you better let me borrow it sometime." She snickered as Michonne sat down next to her and began to pour cereal into her bowl.
"I wish we had some soy milk." Her words made the two kids tear their gaze from their food, raising their brows at her.
