Travis hated you the most out of the entire team.

He wasn’t exactly fond of any of them, but especially you.

He hated you because you made him want to be vulnerable. You looked out for him. You made sure he ate his food, stayed up with him when he couldn’t sleep, hell- you even got along with Javi.

He hated that he just couldn’t hate you.

The entire time you’d spent stranded in the wilderness, he spent being a complete ass to pretty much everybody, but especially you.

He started going out of his way to give you shit. As weird as it was, he liked talking to you. Even if it wasn’t exactly friendly conversation.

Him and Nat had just gotten back from hunting. When he noticed you weren’t at the cabin, he went looking for you.

You weren’t too deep in the woods. You were picking berries, nuts from the trees.

That was when he noticed the small drop of blood trickling down your arm. You seemed oblivious to it. You probably just got picked by a thorn, but he felt this odd urge to make sure you were okay.

“You’re bleeding, by the way.” Travis spoke up, alerting you of his presence behind you.