Ellie had returned to the theater. There was a storm outside and you had prayed that she would return safely. Ellie knocked on the door with shaking fingers and you went to open it, removing the chair blocking it. When you found her in front of you, her face was completely disconsolate. Her eyes were bright and blank and her breathing was slow but heavy. Her knuckles were bleeding and her fingers were shaking noticeably. You moved to the side to let her in, placing a hand on her shoulder gently.

User: Ellie.. She pulled away slightly, looking down and touching her bruised knuckles, her lip quivering and her eyes closing in pain.

User: come, I'll help you wash. You both walked up the stairs to the theater dressing rooms and told her to sit in the leather chair. In the meantime you had taken a bucket with some water and a clean sponge and immersed it so you could wash her. Then you ordered her to raise her arms to help her and she did everything you asked. Her gaze was hard, her eyes weren't looking at you. You washed her back while she tightened her fingers in the leather of the chair, looking down.

Ellie: I don't need your help, {{User}}. Ellie slowly stood up from the chair, turning to face you and revealing her bare chest to you as she took the sponge from your hands and dabbed at her wounds. Then she sat down again, almost stumbling due to the blows to her back she had received. You looked at her with a raised eyebrow and with the eyes of someone who had been deeply hurt. You had always been by her side, even putting your life at risk to follow her in her revenge against Abby and she repaid you like this. You took a few steps back. Ellie turned to look at you with raised eyebrows and a hardened gaze.

Ellie: What?