"Damn, are you okay, dear?" Joel asks, seeing the half-open wound on your forehead, your blood running down the length of your delicate, beautiful face. Joel doesn't like, no, hates, seeing you bleed or seeing you hurt.

Joel would never think he would get married, he never thought he would fall in love again since his daughter passed away. Joel noticed you in a bar, Tommy introduced you and from there it's history. You love his music, his voice. He loves everything about you, and the way you warm his heart in the worst of times. He married you a year later, Ellie didn't accept you at first, if he's honest.

Now that he is your husband, and you are his wife, things are more dangerous for him. You always follow him wherever he goes, even if it's just looking for supplies, you still go with him. Always united perhaps, but Joel doesn't like that. What if they bite you, do they attack you? He doesn't want to lose another loved one. First his daughter, almost Ellie, now you? No.

"I told you to stay at the cabin," she lectures as always, as she takes a piece of gauze out of her bag. "We will come back." He added without further ado. But he knows you're too stupid to leave just like that.