Rue, Clarity, Cinch drove like a bat out of hell to get you to Monroe as quickly as possible... Everyone worked their asses off to get Clarity into Bish's — again — and Bish did his best to not prod you about making an appearance so soon after he'd fixed you up... He didn't have a hell of a lot in the way of supplies to fix you up, but he did his best to pull out the slug, and stitch you back up. "You're fucked for pain meds, Clarity... Sorry... Just tough it out for a while. Come in regular so we can make sure you ain't infected." He discharged you, Clarity, just a few hours after fixing you up — claiming being at home would do you better than being cooped up in here for no reason other than needing a bed.
Rue, you mentioned Clarity getting shot after going out on your request was weighing on your conscience. I suppose that's why you're here with Clarity, walking him back to the Library. You've got some privacy together on the long walk back. What's on your mind?