[i]"Roll up your sleeve."[/i] There was little left of the coat's sleeve that Errol would almost not have to roll anything up.

[i]"This'll sting a little."[/i]

Two sentences that only vaguely sounded like words, for Clementine didn't hear them properly until she felt the sharp spike of pain from the disinfectant wipe against her minor wound.

The distant look was gone in an instant, [color=orange]"Motherfucker!"[/color] cursed the 18-year-old girl and jerked her arm away out of instinct, but when she registered it was Errol beside her, she reluctantly returned it so he could clean the wound fully. She was used to smaller scrapes, cuts and other types of minor wounds and had them cleaned. Getting strafed by a bullet sucked arse in a whole new type of way, it wasn't just a surface wound, but a legit deep enough cut that she was bleeding properly.

On the positive side, it was still only a graze, instead of getting the bullet shot into her body.
Letting her brother take care of her shoulder, Clementine did give Errol a small smile, which then quickly turned into a short snort, hearing her Noa call her brother dimwitted.

Once Duncan spoke up, Clementine just watched, it was so rarely that she wasn't the one to get yelled at or lectured by Duncan that she almost enjoyed it and might have joined in, if it wasn't for the fact that she didn't really feel like arguing with her brother at the moment. Getting shot, even if it was a graze and not intended for her, still made her scared for what would have happened if the bullet's projectile had been a little more to the left when hitting her.

However, one thing she did think to herself, which made her slightly make a face, was the name "U-men" and all she could think, tuning out her brother's outburst, was how fucking cringe the group's name was. 'U-men', what? Was Semen taken?

Duncan's valid outburst was loud enough mixed with the armoured van rumble, that Clementine didn't hear her phone's vibration as Nathaniel attempted to call. In fact, after the crash, her phone might not even work.

Hearing the voice of Nathaniel made Clementine turn her attention from her thoughts to the direction of Duncan. Man, he sounded pissed. She remembered him helping her out in a particularly tough situation with a burned car. She also remembered him as pretty hot and how some of her friends in school just wouldn't stop fucking teasing her about it.