Walking Dead Game Collection

"Locked In"

Title: Locked In
Characters: Clementine, Eleanor, Gabe, Javier
Summary: Eleanor and Clementine's arguing gets so bad that the group decides to lock them in a room alone together until they work out their differences.
Author's Note: This was so much fun to write omgggg
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"I know what I'm doing."

"Are you sure?"

Eleanor's bitter remark caused Clementine's shoulder to tense, the anger on her face swelling more each second her back faced the woman.

Standing before Clem, trying to keep her calm, was Gabe — feeling his eyes widen at her expression. He faintly shook his head, wanting the action to be subtle enough so only the teen could see.

Without casting the male a mere glance, Clementine whipped around to face the female, challenging her. "It's stitches. Trust me, I know what I'm doing."

Eleanor scrunched her nose, her hands bitterly finding solace on her hips. "I'm a doctor. I also know what I'm doing, Clementine."

Clem snorted, turning so her back faced her once more. "I didn't ever say you didn't, I just said I don't need help doing them."

Gabe, now having retreated to the corner of the room to give the two space, closed his eyes. What in God's name had he gotten himself into?

"It's stitches. Even if you can do them, it's not safe. You should have someone else help you."

Clementine rolled her eyes, making her way back to the desk on the far wall of the room. She slapped her arm onto the sheet of paper towel she laid out for herself, going back to arranging the equipment.

It had been only a few hours since Clementine sliced her finger open with a can opener while helping Kate in the kitchen. The teen yelped, but most of the panic had been done by Kate, attracting the attention of Gabe from the other room. While Gabe tried to take Clem to the infirmary, instead Clementine walked in, swept a handful of supplies into her arms, and started for the Garcia's room to attend to herself — not wanting Eleanor to barge in on her.

Unfortunately for her, Eleanor just so happened to see her and Gabe leaving the medial tent with an armful of supplies and bitterly followed them.

Eleanor, lips pursed in irritation, turned to stare at Gabe in the corner. With wide eyes, the teen tore his stare from watching his friend to settle it against the adult. He shrugged, hoping to get her angry stare off of him. Eleanor scared him to say the least, but her stare was piercing like nothing he had ever seen.

"Alright," Javi sighed, fumbling his way into the room. His arms were heaping with water bottles, tissues and painkillers. "I think I should have every--" As his gaze lifted, his lips sucked into his mouth seeing Eleanor, flabbergasted, staring down the male hoarding more of her supplies.

"Seriously?" She scoffed. "You're helping them take my stuff?"

Javi hesitated. "It's not taking," he began, shrugging his shoulders meekly. "I was gonna return whatever she didn't use."

"That's stealing, Javi."

"It's temporary stealing." He countered, stacking the supplies beside Clementine on the desk.

"That's just called borrow--"

"And you run the medical clinic, Eleanor." Javi said, jetting out his hand to silence Gabe from correcting him. "People were gonna use this anyway."