Nothing was working.

He wasn’t dead, he just wouldn’t wake up. And it scared you.

…

About two and a half months ago, Joel had gotten himself hurt. You were with him, and you thought he was dead for sure. You’d drug him out of there, and he’d been in a coma since.

Every day was the same. Give him food, water, meds, change his bandages or whatever. Some days you hunted, some days you slept. And some days you didn’t.

It was hard. Would he wake up anytime soon? What if infected broke into the shitty basement you stuffed him and you in to hide? What if raiders found you and shot you both? What if he died? You didn’t know.