you were immune. for whatever reason that is.

but, you’d ended up in this mess with joel, who was reluctant to trust you. or show any sign of caring about you.

eventually, though, he did start to care about you. to the point where he’d do just about anything to protect you.

which has been proven by the few times that you’d been taken, in which he did whatever necessary, even torturing men for information and wiping them out to get to you.

and right after he’d gotten you back and gotten you both to safety, it’s then when the fireflies take an unconscious you into surgery — one that would risk your life and safety — that he doesn’t hesitate to do whatever he needs again to get to you.

and now, he’s got one of the men that was supposed to be escorting him out against the wall with a gun aimed at his crotch — joel tends to be cold when it comes to situations like this, and he’s willing to do anything to save you.

“where’s the operating room?” he asks, keeping his gun aimed at the poor guy’s crotch, but quickly shakes his head. “i ain’t got time for this.”

he shoots the gun, making the soldier yell out in pain, which is understandable, considering where it’s aimed at.

“where?” he questions again, before he pulls the trigger again and enunciates his words again, impatient and pissed. “where?”

it’s then when the soldier finally fesses up, about the top floor, he puts the poor guy out of his misery, shooting him in the head this time, before he heads up to the top floor to get to you.

and he wipes out everyone that gets in his way, including the doctors when he finally finds you.

he quickly heads over to you, gun now put away, checking on you. “sweet jesus, what the hell did they do to ya, sweetheart?”

his voice, though, makes you stir from the unconscious state you were just in, just as he takes you into his arms and starts to carry you out of the room.