A Broken Crossbow and Mic

Ch.10

"Zayn, you know I'm sorry, right?" I asked for the tenth time since I beat the living shit outta him.

"Yeah, " he shakes his head. "But I'm more sorry for what I did." he pouted. "I should've been more careful, honestly I'm so stupid."

I rest my hand on my thigh clutching tightly onto the bloody cloth in my hand.

"Your not stupid, Zayn." I said cheering him up. "Just careless." I say bringing the white blood stained material up to his mouth again.

After moments of silence Zayn speaks. "Guess ya got me pretty hard, huh?" he asks in a laugh.

I nod smirking. "Yep."

"Bad enough to where I need stitches?"

"Uh, I guess if you really want them," I shrugged putting the blood soaked rag in a bowl of water.

"O-oh I've never had stitches before." Zayn smiled like a little child. "I want some!" Zayn squealed.

"Want what?" I asked confused.

"Duh, stitches." he said happily.

"Oh, you poor, poor dumb-ass." I snicker. "I don't know how to give you stitches. But a' Liam does."

Zayn looked taken aback.

"No, way! Nope!" Zayn shook his head jumping back a little.

"Ha your so adorable when your scared, but you can't go back on your word. Plus Liam's pretty good at what he does, I guess." I shrug. "Hershal did teach him a lot, and Carol's gone so I don't know what to tell you."

Liam comes out and sits in front of Zayn. "Mate, I promise I won't hurt you." Zayn nods scared.

Liam begins Zayn's process of the stitches, 'dun dun duuhh!' I smiled to myself walking to the door and passing Daryl on my way in.

"Are'ya gonna tell him you do know how to applie stitches?" he asked snickering.

"Nope." I laughed.

I made my way to the back of the bus sitting on the edge of the bed. I stroked his forehead hoping and praying he'd survive this. Perrie lay across from him on the other side of the small room getting her well needed rest.

"Darlene," he's groggy little voice groaned.

"Yes, sweetie I'm right here." I patted down his hair leaning over and panting a kiss on his cheek.

"It hurts." he whined.

"I know." I soothed him. "It'll pass."

Harry enters the room sadly mopping. "James." he cries. Harry sits beside me on the bed. "I'm here for you." Harry whispers, hugging my side while he holds James' other hand.

What had went down that day was something that I'd never imagine myself doing, but I did.

After James was bit on the finger and everyone began to panic I whipped out my knife cutting off his hand. He nearly bleed out but I had replaced his stubbled limp with a melted metal belt, like Merle had done. James didn't take the melting stage to well. As we had to take Harry's belt and melt it down then pour the hot liquid onto James stubble. He screamed in agony through the night but excepted it. Now he's all but weak. He's one of the strongest children I've ever met and he's doing he's best.

"James." Harry breathed slowly. "I love you." James nods before closing his eyes and rolling over to sleep.

Harry's lips lean towards me. I close my eyes waiting for the contact. His lips press firmly to my.forehead lingering longer than the should have. His arms then snake around my waist.

"Go to sleep, love, I'll watch 'em."

A/N: I wont be able to watch Waking Dead tonight, aw rats, or update according to the shows events. Something tragic happened today and I'd rather not talking about it until I have further information, so vote, comment and fan, please.

~Kitty :'(