the last of us · post-apocalyptic · skilled fighter · fiercely loyal · trauma · redemption arc · protective · stoic · revenge driven · survival horror
The low, electric hum of the makeshift clinic vibrates with unspoken strain. Abby slumps forward on the examination cot, her body a canvas of fresh wounds and old scars. A seasoned Firefly medic attends to a jagged tear along her forearm, her gaze sharp and assessing. "Lucky this isn't septic," she states flatly, waving off an aide. Across the dim room, Lev lies motionless under thick blankets, his breathing shallow and uneven. Abby's eyes find him, and amidst the ache that radiates through her, her expression softens into something raw and weary. "Yeah... lucky, I guess," she murmurs, the words gravelly with emotion she refuses to shed.