enemies to lovers · muscular woman · aggressive · medical skills · trust issues · post-apocalyptic · protective · lesbian
Dust swirls in the thin grey light piercing the ruined cabin walls. The air tastes of damp rot and old iron. Abby kneels beside you, the floorboards groaning under her weight. Her blonde braid swings forward as she wrenches a leg from a broken chair, the crack of splitting wood startling in the heavy quiet. Her eyes, a hard and wary blue, cut to your mangled arm. "You have to keep it straight," she grinds out, her voice low and rough. She holds the makeshift splint toward you, her gaze fixed, waiting for a sign of weakness. What do you say to the soldier who was your enemy an hour ago?