Hello! Yet another update from yours truly. This one is short by about 200 words, but the last one was long, so im deeming it alright.

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ONTO THE STORY!

Nick bravely walked up to Carver, radio in hand. I tried to stop him, but he just offered me a half comforting look. My heart hammered with fear and I was to stunned to speak. I bit my bottom lip and pinched my arm to make sure that this wasn't a dream. Sadly, this was all to real. Nick placed the radio in Carver's waiting hand.

"Sorry bout that," His southern accent showed no sign of fear, but knowing him he was defiantly scared, "Don't know what I was thinking."

"Three," Carver's rough voice responded as he looked at Nick evilly.

Watching the scene in front of me made my blood run cold. I felt a shiver take over my body before Nick scoffed, "Fucker."

Before another word could be said, Carver sent a blow to Nicks face. Nick fell to the ground and Carver picked him up by his collar, continuing the punches.

"NICK!" I shouted and tried to run to his defense. But Kenny caught me and held me back. I used all my strength to try and release myself from his grasp. My squirming did hurt my back and stomach a bit, but the man in front of me was my only concern. I heard another punch land, "NICK!" I yelled again, pretty sure that some tears were pouring out of my eyes.

"Clem!" Kenny yelled at me, "Stop!"

Another blow landed on Nicks face, causing blood to fly everywhere. I still moved around, trying to escape. Calling out Nicks name, I began to cry horribly and kept trying t reach out for him. Another punch. And another. And another. Time slowed as I watched the gruesome scene play out in front of me while Kenny made sure I was powerless to at least try and do anything. Kenny called for someone to come help hold me back, but no one had. Everybody just kept watching.

"NICK!" I cried out again, "CARVER PLEASE STOP! IT WAS ME! NICK!"

This had no effect. Carver kept wailing on the man I cared so deeply for. I don't know how, but I managed to push Kenny away from me. I once again tried to run to Nick, but Troy slammed the but of his gun to my cheek, resulting in me falling to the ground and a new cut to my cheek. Through blurry vision, I saw Carver punch Nick once again. I tried to move again, but Troy sent a kick to by ribs, causing me to cough and curl into a ball.

"Don't you fucking touch her!" Kenny rushed to my defense.

Troy pointed his gun at Ken, "Back the fuck up!"

Kenny growled before obeying the order. One more punch landed on Nicks face before someone finally put a stop to it.

"Bill!" I heard Bonnie, "Bill stop! Please! Bill, there's a breech!"

This grabbed his attention. He just but on annoyed looked before hitting Nick once more and letting him fall carelessly to the ground. Carver stomped off, as did Troy, as if nothing happened. I put my knees to the ground and crawled over to Nick. My right hand landed on his chest while my left cupped his undamaged cheek. Tears escaped my eyes as I looked at his unconscious form. Blood all around his face and his eye was swollen. Well, what could be seen of his eye was swollen. Bonnie went over to Luke and muttered something that I wasn't paying attention to. Kenny tried to calm Sarita down. And Sarah was somewhere, freaking out no doubt.

"Nick?" I asked as if I were expecting an answer. My voice came out in a sob, "Nick? Please wake up."

Carlos came over and kneeled over him, "Kenny, come help me move him to Rebecca's bed."

Rebecca had a comfier bed then the rest of us, most likely because of her... condition. Carlos wrapped his arms around Nicks torso as Kenny picked up his legs. I moved so that they had space. Carlos looked at me and requested bandages. And of course, I didn't have any. SO I quickly ripped my shirt sleeve, tearing off a small piece of it and handed it to him. He gave me an odd look before he used it to soak up the remaining blood. The doctor started to talk about some medical mumbo jumbo that I didn't understand.

Sarita walked over to me and tried to push me away from them, "Come on Clem, we don't need to watch."

"Is Nick gonna be alright?" I asked Carlos, ignoring Sarita. Carlos didn't answer, he just kept cleaning around the eye. His lack of an answer scared me. With a shaky voice I asked again, "Nick's gonna be ok, right?"

"Clementine," The Indian woman said again, "C'mon."

"Carlos," I looked up at the man with pleading eyes and a begging voice, "He's going to be just fine, isn't he?"

Kenny looked at me in a sympathetic way before walking over to me. He took my hand and walked me over to the beds. When we were there, he crouched down to my height and looked me right in the eyes. His brown eyes showed apology, and sympathy. Something else to. Delight? Relieve? Whatever it was, it wasn't negative. Kenny put a hand on my shoulder.

"Clem, " He said, "We need to talk."

I looked at him with sad eyes, "What's gonna happen to Nick?"

"Clem," He repeated, "It's alright. I just want you to know that. Everything's gonna be fine, that's a promise. But, if Nick doesn't make it-"

"Nick will make it!" I cut him off, my voice cracking and eyes watering, "You stop that! Nick's gonna be fine!"

'Clementine, listen to me!" The older man demanded. As my eyes began to water again, I looked to the ground. Kenny used his hand to lift my chin up. I sniffed. Ken wrapped both his arms around me, embracing me into a huge hug. The tears uncontrollably then. I sobbed into the mans shirt, hiding my face in the crook of his neck. He shushed me, whispering sweet words into my ears in an attempt to comfort me. We stayed like that for what felt like years, which was probably only a few minutes.

I eventually backed up, my eyes now sensitive to the sun. I wiped one of my eyes before saying, "Sorry."

"Oh darling," Kenny responded, "It's alright. You can cry once in awhile."

I chuckled, "Feel's like more of a habit then a rare occasion, as of late."

It was true. I've been crying like a baby for the past few days. There's always something to cry about. I try to make it stop, but that never works. Kenny and I stayed there, conversing for awhile. Eventually, Carlos came over. I looked up at him with eagerness and hope.

"Clem," HE looked at me, "You can go see him."

That was all I needed to hear, I dashed over there. I hesitated before looked at his face. Most of the blood was gone, thanks to Carlos. I moved one of the nearby boxes close to me so that I could sit and be with him. No words were spoken, I was to busy listening for any sounds that might come out of him. Hesitantly, I placed my hand in his and rubbed my thump along his flesh. I took of my hat, knowing that I would be there for awhile.

I kept our hands tangled together and my eyes on him before I eventually fell asleep.

As I said, bit short. Just explaining what happened to our Nicky boy. What's next on our list? Escaping through the heard. We are nearly at the end of episode three. Two more after that.

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BATMAN OUT ;)