Walking Dead Game Collection

"The Nurse and Her Stitches"

Title: The Nurse and Her Stitches
Characters: Clementine, Marlon, Louis
Summary: After Marlon gets a wound on his chest while hunting, Clementine offers to help clean and stitch it up for him. What she doesn't expect, is Marlon trying to kiss her during the process.
Author's Note: omg okay ALSO I didn't wanna write about stitching up because tbh the way the plot worked out didn't make sense to stitch up the wound forgive meeeee
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"Marlon, you idiot!" was not the first thing Marlon expected to hear upon returning to Ericson after a failed hunting session. Louis had taken one of the blonde's arms and swung it over his shoulders, lugging him back from the hunting grounds when Clementine darted up the front walk to meet them.

"Good to see you too."

"I told you to not get hurt." Clem scoffed. "I told you to be careful."

"Funny how things work out."

She would've smacked him, but a part of her was worried it would make the arrow buried in his shoulder harder to get out or, even worse, would cause him more pain. "How did this happen?"

"I shot," Louis began, deciding to take the metaphorical bullet — or, in this case, arrow — for his best friend. "I missed, and Marlon just so happened to be in my line of sight."

Clem raised a brow. "Why were you aiming an arrow at Marlon?"

Louis shifted from foot to foot, at first saying nothing. Then, he cleared his throat. "No reason." Clem decided not to ask.

Clem slipped in at Marlon's side, irritated as she forced one of his arms over her own shoulders and positioned herself to carry his weight. "I'll take him from here."

Louis didn't debate. He stepped away almost too quickly and raised his hands in surrender. Marlon shot daggers his way, knowing why he did so, while Clementine blindly dragged the blonde to Ericson's front doors, so she could tend to her.

Once they hit the office, Clementine released her grip as they wandered by his desk. "Sit."

Marlon obeyed. He never wanted to argue when Clementine was frustrated, even though the situation that made her so wasn't entirely his fault.

"Jacket off." Clem said, popping open the first aid kit, focusing on pulling bits of fuzz off the bandage roll rather than invade Marlon's privacy by watching him. Clementine was often the one that helped Marlon when he was injured as she was often the one who pleaded with him the most to be careful. Everyone else foolishly assumed he always would. He was the leader, after all.

They were wrong.

Clem always saw past that. She didn't see Marlon as the leader, she saw him as an equal. An equal capable of making mistakes, of getting hurt, and of being an idiot with his best friend while hunting. What could be, and should, expected of the average Ericson member.

"What happened out there?" Her back was still facing the male as she twirled her fingers through the fabric, unwinding the soon-to-be-used bandages, ensuring they were clean enough for use.

Marlon groaned as he peeled his jacket off as commanded, forcing himself to take a real look at the wound. The arrow jetting out of his shirt was disconcerting, so he turned away again. "You don't need to worry about it."

"Oh I do." Clem said, content with the bandages and turning to the contents of the rest of the kit, eventually lifting it from its place and bringing it beside the male. "And I'm going to."

"Clem--"

Marlon heard the tearing of fabric and the popping of the disinfectant bottle and snapped his mouth shut. Despite being the leader of Ericson, Clementine really knew how to control him. More than anyone, really. A part of him was jealous, wishing he could take control of a situation the way she could. He'd done it before, but he hated ever how it was his anger that took control rather than him actually being respected. But on the other hand, he just admired her for it.