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the rescue meme

'Cause sometimes you just can’t save yourself.

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1. BAD DATE - You get a text, a phone call, or maybe you can just see the other person floundering on what clearly must be the worst date of their life. Time to step in and save the day.

2. PRISON - Maybe they've been wrongly convicted, or maybe you're an accomplice. Either way, it's jailbreak time. Maybe the guards will fall for the old 'wounded prisoner' technique.

3. TAKEN HOSTAGE - They're being held at gunpoint, either for money or for fun. Maybe you can talk down their captors — or maybe you are a captor, secretly working to help them.

4. UNWELL - Your body is damaged, your suffering taken its toll. You can't save yourself anymore. You're wounded, you're starving, maybe even dying. Someone, help!

5. YOURSELF - One bad choice after another, your self-destructive tendencies are going to get the best of you unless someone steps in to save the day.

6. BIG DAMN RESCUE - You're hovering over an active volcano, a pit of sharks, about to fall off a cliff. Whatever it is, you've only got precious seconds of life left.

7. LONELINESS - You've been secluded, locked away, and the emptiness is overwhelming. You need company, or you might just drown.

8. UNWANTED SOCIAL FUNCTION - A family reunion, your three o'clock board meeting, whatever it is, you desperately don't want to go. Hopefully your good buddy can come up with a distraction.

9. BAD ROMANCE - You're trapped in a relationship that's headed south. Maybe it's an arranged marriage, or maybe it's just someone who won't take no for an answer. You need a helping hand, maybe even a Prince(ss) Charming.

10. WILDCARD - Any kind of rescue will do! Spread your creative wings and go for it.

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[ for a moment ellie's stomach drops and the strange feeling of being outside her body intensifies. fuck. ellie doesn't even realize she's crying until the tears blur her vision. she scrubs at them with cold hands. it takes everything in her to stop the flow and to keep her eyes locked on joel's face.

the pain and fear there are terrifying to her. even while she was angry with him, she'd thought of joel as a constant. as something unbreakable and undefeatable. ellie had even hated him for it. when he speaks she makes the mistake of look down at his knee and panic rises; the hold on her tears wavers. ]

I-- [ she says, stopping herself. everything seems too loud, too bright and the smell of his blood too strong. ellie can't focus on a thought long enough to think of what she can do. the blood is too bright, the flesh too mangled and she can't look away. ] I d-- I don't know what... [ she says to herself, tears blurring her vision again. ]

Ellie — check on 'im. On Tommy.

[ Joel's voice is gruff, a forced command issued from dried and bloodied lips. If he gets her to focus on something else — hell, if she's annoyed enough by him thinking he's got any goddamned right to tell her what to do, even now, his hope is that it'll snap her out of the sudden shock of the situation dawning on her a little too soon.

It's important that they keep their wits about them; he's got no real idea how many there are out there or how many are on their way but if they're anything like Jackson's own, they won't be alone for long. They've got to get back first, and then he'll — well, if he lasts the ride he'll do whatever the fuck it takes to make that look of panic in her eyes go away.

Again, he makes an attempt to push himself up to some kind of sitting position. His goddamned knee's fucked and there's a slow, tired realization that he can't feel anything beyond it, his foot now a dead weight.

God-fucking-damnit. ]

[ the command is sobering, it might have pissed her off if she weren't so sure she was slipping out of reality. ellie stands and stares at joel for a moment before the command processes. tommy. she turns to look at him and her stomach turns, she feels like she might vomit but joel is right, she has to check on him.

as ellie kneels beside tommy, she can see the slight movement of his breathing and the tension releases some. the sick feeling in her stomach lessens. when she reaches her hand to check his pulse, his skin is still warm and the steady beating of his heart is all the more stabilizing. the strange lightheaded feeling subsides, the fog clears some and ellie feels like she's returning to her body. she swallows and turns back to joel. ]

He's, uh-- [ she says, her voice still weak. ] He's breathing. [ ellie turns back to check that tommy isn't bleeding out or seriously injured. now that she's back, she's trying to avoid the reality of joel's blown out knee. the thought makes her stomach tighten again. ] He's alright.

[ she doesn't want to face joel but she has to. as much as it scares her to see him like this, they can't stay in the chalet. they can't risk anyone finding them. ellie killed her way in but she's not sure she can do the same out. not with joel injured and tommy knocked out. when ellie finally faces joel, her expression is as close to stony as she can manage. her hands are shaking and her jaw in clenched. ]

We're gonna have to tie it off. [ ellie says flatly. she pulls a roll of gauze out her backpack as she kneels in front of him. ] Can you lift it? [ she asks, she doesn't want to shove her hand under the blood and gore, not joel's. it feels too surreal. ]

Good.

[ Joel's confidence in Tommy's state had been a little more bravado than anything, and the confirmation that his little brother is alive, breathing, okay — that's enough for him. It's got his shoulders sagging ever-so-slightly before he's lifting his chin to meet Ellie's gaze, watching her pull all of that fear she's got in her and keep it tucked up tight behind a wall made of stone.

He keeps his own expression calm and unchanged; steady through this, even when the pain in his knee is threatening to pull everything out of focus, including and especially his own consciousness. He claws for something to hold onto, something to keep his attention sharp and focused for her. She can't carry the three of them back to Jackson on her own; no, she's gonna need his help.

He grunts again, nodding by way of ducking his chin. Hands go towards his injured leg, the first time he'll be attempting to touch it, to really look at the damage that girl — Abby, was it? — had done.

Jesus Christ.

A prickle of heat and the sharpness of discomfort spikes up the length of his spine, leaving his vision dotted with spots of white but he manages to do what she's asked, levelling his leg high enough to work the gauze under and around his leg.

Later. He'll worry about it later. ]

the rescue meme.

honestly bless this mood if it brings me more joel

hello the mood is still here c':

cries grateful tears ;.;

c'''': u say that now but i will only bring pain