“Learned a lot of things there,” Clarisse says, giving Ellie a small smile that’s not completely innocent. What? She’s allowed to low key flirt, even in near death situations. It will make up for her being a dick a few minutes ago.

She sits beside her and runs some water over the wound. It’ll leave them a little low, but she’d rather be thirsty than have Ellie’s arm fall off a couple weeks from now. (The thought of still being here a couple weeks from now is enough to make her feel sick again.)

“I can’t promise, like, the best stitches ever, but they’ll stop you from bleeding.”