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joel miller ([personal profile] shittybirthday) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu_ooc 2014-04-01 02:11 am (UTC)

Jesus, her mention of that tunnel, of her drowning.

The memory hits him in an ugly, blurred flash. Trapped in the bus underwater, struggling to get to the surface, finding Ellie fucking floating lifeless. Frantically dragging her out of the water, tasting stagnant water and dirt, with mildew and rot from the tunnel filling his senses, as he began CPR. Heart in his throat, stomach twisted in panicked knots.

He takes a step back, clamping down on the memory while trying to process the absurdity of this whole situation. It's like Ellie don't even remember. He steels himself, clenches his jaw.

"The Fireflies took you. Knocked me unconscious first. They took you while I was tryin' to--"

A hand comes up, pushes through his hair, down to the back of his neck, which he rubs with a tense squeeze. "Shit," he mutters under his breath.

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