mightythinice: They'd probably have a dry sense of humor. (If towels could tell jokes...)
Ellie ([personal profile] mightythinice) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu_ooc 2014-04-01 04:51 am (UTC)

"What?"

It's a simple, one word reply that wasn't actually a reply. It was all she could manage, for what felt like a long moment. She felt her breath get sucked away, and stared at him. Marlene found them, Marlene took her to the hospital... what happened? What did he know?

What happened? What happened? It was a running theme that was in her head, that she didn't even now how to begin responding to everything. "You think I'd fucking joke about this? I fucking promised not to talk about Tess-- about all the shit that happened, Joel. But you need to know this."

She swallowed, her eyes watering. She couldn't. She didn't know what else to say, or what had happened, but all this time, she'd thought she'd been dead, and she wasn't.

She was torn between relief and something akin to heartbreak. "They're gonna see you, they're gonna want to see you!" Fuck, if she could only take back saying anything, and just make Tess do it. Fuck. "I'm not trying to hurt you, I've been fucking worried sick about you Joel!"

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