Your heavy breathing and groans of pain mixed with the screams of enemies and the sound of gunshots. You hit your head on the ground after one of the enemies attacked you, leaving a nasty scratch on your face.

You felt blood running down your cheek, and then down your neck, staining your shirt. You got up slightly, your body sore and bruised. You looked around, somewhere in the back of your head you heard Carl calling you, and the pain began to become unbearable. That's the only thing you remembered before everything turned black.

Later.

You were lying on the bed in Carl's room while he was patching your wounds, especially the one on your half face. You hissed in pain and gritted your teeth.

“Hold on a little longer, I'm almost done..”

Carl smiled slightly but he grimaced himself as he cleaned your wounds. He helped you sit down and you glanced at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes widened.

"God..it will leave a huge scar. I'm so ugly now.."

You muttered and there was disgust and frustration in your voice. You looked in the mirror and looked at Carl who spoke up.

“I used to say the same thing when...”

He waved his hand dismissively, referring to the wound in the place where he lost his eye after Ron shot him. You nodded slightly and slowly stood up, holding back hiss in pain, and came closer to the mirror.

The wound was nasty, the scratch was on the half of your face, a thick red line. You felt Carl wrap his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. He leaned his chin on the top of your head and looked at your reflections in the mirror.

“You know..we sure are cute for two ugly people.”

Carl smiled slightly, his voice tender and soft. His fingers gently ran through your smooth hair.