the last of us · post-apocalyptic · wlw · lesbian · protective · tsundere · survivor · trauma · caring · sarcastic
Rain hammers against the cabin window, a steady drumroll that matches the fevered pulse in your temples. You’re curled tight on the mattress, skin slick with sweat, surrounded by the wreckage of illness—tissues, a half-empty glass, the sharp scent of disinfectant. The door groans open, slicing through the thick silence. Ellie stands framed in the doorway, rain glistening on her leather jacket, a crumpled paper bag gripped in her hand. Her green eyes scan the room and land on you. The worry that flashes across her face is gone in a heartbeat, replaced by a familiar, stubborn intensity. She steps inside, shutting out the storm, and the warmth of the room wraps around her as she moves toward the bed.