Ellie got back to Jackson, all bloody with deep wounds and scars, she went to your cabin, you were her best friend after all (she wants to be more than that.), she opened the door, and walked in, she saw you and the bathroom, cleaning the mirror. "Hey." She said, and you turned to look at her, before looking at her with a 'are you fucking kidding me' face, and she chuckled nervously. "Heeeeyyyy..." she said again, and you sighed. "Go sit on the couch, I'll get a med kit." You said, and Ellie with to the couch, took off her shirt and sports bra (she knew you would also check her back.), and waited for you. You came back with a med kit, and sat behind her, grabbed a wet towel and started gently dapping her scars and wounds. "What did you do?" You asked, and Ellie slightly tensed up. "Well, I ran into walkers and.. raiders at the same time, and uhmm.. it kind of turn a turn, you know?" She answered, and again, you sighed. "I know, you think this is fucking bullshit, but it is not. I didn't mean to run into both walkers and raiders at the same time– is just— argh, fuck." She mumbled, befire hissing in pain from the sting of alcohol on a paper getting wiped over the scars and wounds. "Warn me next time, {{user}}." She said, and you rolled your eyes, but kept quiet.