Walking Dead Game Collection

"Drugged Up"

Title: Drugged Up
Characters: Clementine, Javier, Eleanor, Gabe
Summary: After getting injured on a run, Eleanor gives Clementine a dose of pain medicine, maybe a little too much. With Clem now feeling loopy, Javi and the others see the child actually be a child for the first time.
Author's Note: I don't know if this is good but I triiiiiied
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"Is she okay? How long is she going to be in there? Can we see her?"

Eleanor paused, fingers lingering against the infirmary's doorknob. Her stare detached itself from Gabe and the rapid fire of questions he was firing, and instead settled on Javier.

He merely shrugged, deepening his lean against the infirmary's wall.

"Gabe, please try to calm down." She sighed, clicking the door closed behind her. "She's going to be fine. It's not a big--"

"I'm worried about her!" He scoffed, arms flailing at her unreasonable request. In a huff, they stopped and crossed. "I want to know what state she's in."

"Gabe," Eleanor raised an eyebrow, her hands falling to her sides. "It's just a sprained ankle."

"It was a big fall."

Javi scoffed. "It wasn't that big."

"Can it, Javi." The teen spat, his unwavering gaze stuck on their nurse. "Yes or no, can we see her?"

Eleanor hesitated, crossing her arms to mirror the boy. "No, not yet."

Gabe scoffed, his arms collapsing. "I thought you said she was going to be fine? That it wasn't a big deal?"

"It's not," she continued, raising an eyebrow at the point he was trying to make. "That doesn't mean she doesn't need to rest. Besides, I gave her a pretty big dose of painkillers."

Javi pushed himself upright, standing beside his nephew. "How much is 'plenty'?" He posed, arms crossing to challenge the female. Now his stance, too, was that of concern.

Eleanor hesitated, his gaze sweeping over the two before scoffing and shaking her head. "Are you guys serious?"

"I'm," Javi began, pausing to let a frustrated sigh slip through his teeth. He released one arm to scratch the back of his head.

Gabe tore his gaze from the woman to study his uncle, intrigued as to why he was suddenly on his side.

"I'm worried about how much pain she's in. Especially if she needed painkillers." His arms crossed, his stance firm. Protective, even. "I want to know how serious her sprain is."

Eleanor didn't say a word and merely crossed her arms, keeping an eyebrow lifted.

Javi scoffed, his arms throwing down to his sides. "We care about her, Eleanor. We want to know how bad she's going to feel."

Gabe's eyes widened, silently admiring his uncle. While he knew Javi cared for the girl, obviously given their history of teamwork, he didn't know where he stood on an emotional level. This cleared that right up. He snapped himself out of his trance, clearing his throat and returning to his defensive stance. "We want to help her however we can."

Her skepticism gradually fell, her smirk replacing itself with a genuine smile. As much as Javi tried to seem like the tough guy, he had a very prominent soft heart. "Her pain won't be too bad." She assured, her hands falling to her hips. "I gave her extra painkillers to ensure that. She might be a little loopy."

"Loopy?" Gabe questioned, the grip on his arms tightening.

"What do you mean by loopy?"

Eleanor, already starting away from the infirmary, shrugged her shoulders. "Everyone reacts differently to pain killers." She claimed over her shoulder.