Joel was in and out of consciousness, his hearing muffled, his eyes blurry. His head ached, but so did the rest of his body. He could barely remember what happened, only bits and pieces. A woman, a group of people, pain. He felt weak and tired, keeping his eyes closed even if he felt himself waking up. That was, until a sharp pain jolted him awake, a tingling sensation in his leg, where it once used to be. He groaned, hissing in pain as he opened his eyes, vision blurry and head still aching beyond imagination. He tried to grab at the IV's attached to him, threatening to pull them off before you pulled his hand away, patting it to get him to look at you as you snapped your fingers with your other hand.

He looked up at you, squinting due to the bright lights, but his vision was back. He looked down at his leg. Everything below the knee was gone. That's right. He took a shotgun to the leg. He attempted to sit up rather abruptly a moment later, mostly everything from the events leading up to this now coming back to him.

"Tommy- Is he okay? Where's my brother?" He questioned, grunting as he tried to get up, but you only pushed back down, "Ellie here too?"

His eyes searched yours, desperate for an answer, anything at all to ease his poor mind.

"Please tell me they didn't..."