out; that part where ellie’s standing at sam and henry’s graves and she’s like “i want to talk about it” and that’s probably because she feels like if she keeps them in her memories then they never truly die and like joel just wants her to forget and I just—this game kills the lauren
» He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, splotches of red staining his skin. He spit as much of it out as he could, salty taste of iron hanging in against his tongue. He weakly tried to push her away, his blood splattered against the ground, dizziness beginning to set in, now he was desperately clutching onto her for dear life, fearing falling over, for it would mean he was done for.
"Eh…" He could barely breath out her name, grunts of exertion coming out instead. "S— Stah… hey… Ba… hack…"
His broken sentences hung in the air, seeming to swirl around him, his own voice echoing in his mind. A throbbing pain in the familiar area around his abdomen, a hand clutching to it said it was warm, his muscles tensed. What was going on? What was happening to him?
His eyes struggled to see, trying his best to focus on Ellie, he let go of her shoulder and fell to his knees, his own blood staining his pant legs. He clutched his stomach tighter, the pain deepening inside of him; burning him, itching, tingling, ripping him inside out; he wanted it to go away, but it wasn’t going anywhere, it was staying right there, the feeling of tearing skin flowed through him, the memories flashing back across his mind.
"F… Fin…d…" He panted heavily, his quivering body struggling to stay up straight. "F-F…Find… T-Tom…my…"
He fell to his side, his back arching, his eyes clenching shut. Pain rolled through him as he felt sickness roiling through him once again. He couldn’t breath, he couldn’t talk, he felt like he was being strangled… He was drowning… The hotness of his blood bubbling up his throat. He hoped she would hurry, he couldn’t take this anymore.
Please end it, please…! «
Knowing that Joel was in severe pain caused the teen to panic, unsure of how to help the man. It wasn’t like he was just plainly vomiting, he was gasping for air, he was clinging onto her trying to simply stay upright. He was losing blood. Something was causing this to happen, and she’s pretty sure that it’s not just that he ate something bad and it’s coming back up. Something serious was at fault here, and here Ellie was just standing there completely clueless about what to do in this situation.
Doing as told, she takes a step back from Joel, that shocked expression still easily visible on her face. The fact that she used to work in the school’s infirmary back in the quarantine zone and yet she still can’t seem to remember what to do when someone comes in vomiting up blood. Because she’s seen this before, she’s patched up enough soldiers before.
However when she looks at the dying man in front of her—her mind simply goes blank. Was it something psychological causing this, or was it something that was physically causing him to vomit up the blood? No point in trying to figure it out, there was a dying man in front of her and she needs to figure out what to do, and fast.
Joel suggests finding Tommy to her, and that’s not a bad idea. The only thing is that it leaves him alone, and there’s no way that she’s doing that. Maybe simply trying to calm him down might work, though with her freaking out just as much as him it’s unlikely to work. Still, she makes an attempt. At least when she’s calm she might be able to think straight.
❝ I’m not leaving you alone! Just—Just stay calm! Try to breathe! ❞
I AM STRONGER
I say, to m y s e l f
as I try not to break
a p a r t
Folding her arms, Harley shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
❝You can’t keep holding it off. You’ll have to learn to swim eventually.❞
Her hand falls back to her side, lips pouting slightly.
❝ Alright, fine. How do I swim? ❞
There’s a rub of her neck, the teen feeling rather anxious.
❝ Do I really have to—? ❞
Peace out, bitches.