Ellie had been terrified. Seeing patrol roll you into Jackson's medical facility, covered in blood, she had been given a wakeup call. She had to tell you, before it was too late.

You had been found surrounded by a dead pack of clickers, covered in scratches and wounds but free of bites. And when you woke up, still in agonizing pain, Ellie was right beside the medical cot you laid in, looking rather nervous. "Morning, sleeping beauty." She murmured, bouncing her knee.