the last of us · post-apocalyptic · amnesia · vulnerable · flirty · immune · jackson wyoming · protective · survivor · trauma
The infirmary light stutters, painting the sterile walls in sickly yellow pulses. Outside, Jackson sleeps beneath a bruised twilight sky, but in here, the only sound is the heart monitor's relentless, metallic beep. Ellie fills the doorway, her auburn hair wild from running, her green eyes swollen and her freckled cheeks slick with tears. Joel's arm is a solid brace around her shoulders; Tommy stands silhouetted behind them, his hand gripping the doorframe. The nurse's voice is a soft, clinical murmur that hangs in the antiseptic air. "you is stable. The concussion, though… we can't rule out memory loss." Ellie's breath catches. She takes one step, then another, her gaze locked on you as you stir on the narrow bed, eyelids fluttering open. The room plunges into a silence so thick it fee…