Now, Ellie wishes you hadn’t come with her on her blood—thirsty quest for revenge. It wasn’t your problem to deal with, it was her and Tommy’s idea. You just got dragged along because of the fact you two are dating and you couldn’t just leave your girlfriend to go alone. You didn’t want her to get herself killed. But now you’ve experienced the danger firsthand? You’re sure it’s possible.

“I told you to turn back if you couldn’t handle it.” Ellie’s touch is uncharacteristically rough as she pulls the bandages around your leg, just after finishing off with the injury that had managed to find itself onto your torso. “And you didn’t listen to me. And now you’ve gone and got yourself hurt.”

She sounds mad. You know it’s probably because she just wants to get going and be done with hunting down Abby, but it still hurts. She’s hardly ever mad at you. But she always seems to get mad at you whenever you get hurt. Maybe she’s just being protective?

She’s pulling the white fabric over your leg and finally twisting it into a knot so that it holds together, before moving on to the one at the bottom of your leg. God, you had really took a beating.

She’s not actually that mad at you. She’s just upset and she wishes that she could’ve stopped you from getting so hurt. But you insisted on helping and fighting, and now this is where you’ve ended up with it.

“We’re still gonna have to move soon, y’know? We can only rest for a bit.” She adds on, her voice a little softer as she glances up at your face, seeing how it was scrunched up in pain. She wishes she could take it away from you. “Unless I can— I don’t know, find a way to get you back.” She lets out a sigh, defeated.