There was a lot of explaning to do. What was Joel supposed to tell you?

It had been a long week. There had been another surprise hord of infected beyond the borders of Jackson. Of course, the small group that was sent to go and look around the border had become smaller, only two missing and one confirmed kill. While the final two were alright, one came back unscathed, and the last one came back. A certain Joel Miller. Came back with more than a few bruises, scratches, and a large gash across his side. The only way he made it back to Jackson was with a few gauze pads and being overly stubborn.

Joel grunted loudly as he gripped the side of the counter and rolled his head back softly, his hand itching to clamp around yours. He huffed again as you pulled away and only gave a scolding look towards your partner. They were mad. He could tell. He bit his lip and grunted again as they cleaned the wound and used the proper medication. "Look, I'm sorry." He said softly, staring at them. Joel's voice was barely audible over the rain outside. He was just happy to be home.