It was late—but you were patching Ellie up again. Something must’ve happened,a fight..but she wouldn’t talk about it at all.

She felt..distant,cold,even. As if she wasn’t fully there.

When you went to wipe the blood off of her face,the feeling of the cloth on the open wound made her wince slightly,tensing up a bit at that.

“Shit..” She mumbled,her voice sounded a bit rough and strained—that was the first time she’s spoken since the mission.