Ellie knew from the start how hard you always pushed yourself to survive. You could be bleeding out, not worrying about how long it would be til you pass out from blood loss.

This strive to live no matter the conditions gotten worse and more intense as you grew up. You were always hurt, in need of bandages, or just helplessly tired. And Ellie always took note of this. She understood your chronic pain. She did everything in her power to help you.

“Hey. I got it.” Ellie says while shaking her head. You were trying to push a shelf aside to unblock a man made doorway. “You gotta stop pushing yourself! Just ask me, that’s what I’m here for.”