Loosely Stitched

5: Stubby

Clem's POV

Gabe yelps in horror as the blob of blood and most of his pinkie falls to the ground.

"Gabe!" Javi yells.

But he continues to run with us, clutching the wound tightly so he doesn't bleed out.

Shots ring out, almost hitting my head multiple times, but I still keep running.

"Don't stop till you get to the trees!" I dodge.

Gabe continues to whimper, clutching the stub of his now half gone pinkie. But he still manages to keep up with us.

"You're lucky you assholes!" The psycho lady yells as she runs out of bullets.

I collapse to the woody ground as I finally reach the woods, out of breath. "Fuck. That was close."

"Yeah. It was SO close." Gabe sarcastically marks, referring to his stub of a pinkie.

"Shut up before I shoot off the rest of your fingers." I say, shutting him up.

"Does anyone have anything to wrap it in?" Javi asks frantically, not giving a shit about what I just said.

I take off the sweatshirt around my waist and I hand it over to Gabe. "Wrap it up so you don't bleed out."

"Thanks, I guess." He says, wrapping up the stub.

I turn my attention to Javi. "We should get back to the group. Get to Eleanor for Gabe's wound."

"Yeah. The faster we get there, the faster he doesn't get an infection." Javi says, starting to walk down that way.

***

"Eleanor!" Javi yells, desperate to help his nephew. "Gabe got hurt!"

"How? How is he hurt?" Eleanor asks, as calmly as she can.

"Some psycho lady shot off his finger!" He says, leading Gabe over to her.

"Holy crap. I'll try my best with him." She says, bringing out her medical supplies. "Clem, I could use some help."

"What do you need?" I crouch down.

"I need you to keep him busy."

"How do I do that?!" 

"I don't know. Just...talk to him."

"Well, okay." I say, giving in.

"Um....what's your favorite color?" 

"I don't know. Orange? Blue? It doesn't matter to me." He says confused.

"Have you ever-" I get cut off by his face scrunching up, trying not to scream.

I look over to Eleanor, dumping peroxide on his stub.

"Um..." I panic, trying to think of something to say. 

I think back to when I touched his shoulder. He got surprised and forgot about what he was thinking.

I put my dirty hand on his. Just as I suspected, he forgets about what Eleanor is doing and turns his attention to our hands on top of each other.

Eleanor starts wrapping his severed finger. His brown eyes advert to my golden ones.

"Okay, love birds. I'm finished." Eleanor states, getting a glare from me in return.

I take my hand off of Gabe's, getting ready to walk away.

"Clem?" Gabe asks.

"Yes?"

"Thanks. Again."

"No problem."

***

Yes, same last words as chapter two. I DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO DO FOR AN ENDING THO.

Yes, this is a day late than I said it would be, but then I had things to do without plan. And yeah.

PEACE