Clemente
It's awful. Clem doesn't know much about wound care, has always patched himself up whenever a pickpocket or tire jacking would go wrong. But this is so much worse than anything he has ever seen. Grotesque, scarred over and yet still ragged and open in a way a human's skin would not have frozen in time. A strangled noise claws its way up his throat, unsure of what it was meant to be. Words and reactions completely burned away to a cloying ash that makes it hard to breathe.
The extended hand has him stumbling further into the room, grasping at the offered hand like a lifeline sent to save him from turbulent waters. The tears crest and fall in agonized lines down his cheeks, unable to look away but wanting nothing more than to hide from what that wound implies. That somebody had hurt him. Intentionally, or so he assumes. He knows this world is dangerous, but its dangers are so different from what he's used to, so distant from his daily life. It's the worst kind of realization that this is so much closer to home than Clemente had counted on. "W-What happened?" he manages to mumble out through his tears, glad he does not need breath any longer or the sobs surely would have robbed him of any potential for speech. He curls in closer to Nate, climbing atop the bed and getting as close as he can, clinging like a frightened child to his side.
The extended hand has him stumbling further into the room, grasping at the offered hand like a lifeline sent to save him from turbulent waters. The tears crest and fall in agonized lines down his cheeks, unable to look away but wanting nothing more than to hide from what that wound implies. That somebody had hurt him. Intentionally, or so he assumes. He knows this world is dangerous, but its dangers are so different from what he's used to, so distant from his daily life. It's the worst kind of realization that this is so much closer to home than Clemente had counted on. "W-What happened?" he manages to mumble out through his tears, glad he does not need breath any longer or the sobs surely would have robbed him of any potential for speech. He curls in closer to Nate, climbing atop the bed and getting as close as he can, clinging like a frightened child to his side.
Your mother started drinking like the whole world died
And You've been waiting for a miracle all your life
And You've been waiting for a miracle all your life
