Feral (Gabentine Fic)

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We ate on that big ass bear for nearly a week. Javi had told the others that I had killed it by myself, which left me wondering why he would do that because I didn't kill it.

The mysterious boy named G did.

I thought about the boy every night and when I wasn't thinking of him, I was thinking about Gabe. Javi claimed to have ran into him when we were hunting and that he's fine. I didn't believe him for a goddamn second because Gabe would've smelled me and came to me. So, my thoughts always revolved around them two and today was no different. I was sitting at a picnic table, thinking about where either of them could be, and I almost didn't hear Lee approach me.

"What's got you thinking so hard, sweet pea?"

I sighed as Lee sat beside me and I turned to him. I had to tell someone that I wasn't the one who killed that bear.

"Lee, you have to believe me when I tell you this. I didn't kill that bear and neither did Javi."

Lee stared at me with a concerned face and leaned in closer to me.

"Well, if it wasn't either of you, who was it?"

I took a deep breath and decided to spill the beans.

"I met a boy around my age in the woods. He killed the bear with his own hands and he's also the one who brought me back here when I feel."

"A random boy in the woods saved you twice but, none of us have seen him? Clementine."

I threw my arms in the air and let out a frustrated shout before standing up and walking away. Lee shouted after me but, I kept walking until I reached my apartment and slammed the door behind me. I knew he wouldn't believe but, I had to try. My head was starting to throb with a headache and I rummaged through my drawer for ibuprofen when I felt a breeze come through. I shivered a bit and stood to close my window when I froze.

I didn't leave my window open.

A groan came from my bathroom and I was tempted to run and get someone but, I found myself creeping closer to it. Another groan sounded and I slowly opened the door and gasped at the sight. Blood was nearly everywhere but, that wasn't what caught my attention first. No, it was the boy currently bleeding out in my bathtub. I was staring at him and his eyes were half lidded, like he was struggling to stay awake. His hand reached out for me and he murmured a few words.

"Clem, help me."

Shit! Think, Clem! What would Eleanor do?

"I gotta clean your wound and get the blood off of him."

I rushed to his side and knelt down and hoisted him up. G groaned at the movement but, I had to see where he was bleeding from. Blood seemed to be pouring out on his torso and I yanked off his shirt. Had he not had three deep slashes across his chest that were gushing blood, I would've been drooling at his body. The cuts were deep enough for stitches but, I needed to clean them first. I reached down and turned on the shower, the water washing away the blood and it swirling down the drain. My eyes scanned his body for any more signs of blood and I seen some coming from above his right knee.

Fucking great. I have to take off his shorts.

My hands were shaky as I undid his belt and quickly unbuttoned his shorts. I yanked down his shorts and threw them to the side where his shirt was. I thanked God that he was wearing black boxers and I searched for his other wound. It looked like a big ass bite mark and had deep punctures around it. He finally seemed to stop bleeding and I shut off the shower before grabbing a towel. I shook his shoulders lightly and spoke to him softly.

"Hey, G. I need you to stand up and get out of the bath so, I can dry you. Then, you can lay down on the bed."

The boy let another groan but, did as I asked and stepped out of the bath. I quickly toweled him down and led him to the bed but, quickly stopped him because his boxers were soaking wet and I didn't want my bed to be wet. I grabbed the biggest towel I had and handed it to him.

"I need you to take off your boxers. They drenched and then the bed will be wet and uncomfortable."

Before I could even finish speaking, his hands gripped his boxers and yanked them down. I shut my eyes as soon as I saw his Iliac Furrow and turned around. I waited until I heard him lay on the bed and turned back to him. I grabbed a needle and fish line I had in my bed side stand and also fished out some gauze and alcohol. I sterilized the needle and turned back to G, who had a terrified look on his face as he seen the needle.

"It's okay, I will do it quickly and then we'll be done."

He nodded his head and closed his eyes before leaning back onto my pillow. I worked quickly on his wounds and he only flinched a couple times. I lightly dabbed the wounds with alcohol before wrapping gauze around them. I also handed him a couple of pain killers with a bottle of water. I seen his eyes become droopy and I needed to ask him one last thing before he passed out.

"G, what happened to you? How did you get them deep cut? And how the fuck did you know where I lived?"

He smiled lightly at my last question and opened his golden eyes a little wider to look me in the eyes.

"Wolves."