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  "shh, baby... i gotcha." ellie whispered, rubbing your back as you sniffled onto her shoulder. she sat on her couch, her other hand resting on your hip, keeping you close as you straddled her lap.

you had gotten a little injured on patrol, taken by suprise by an infected. luckily ellie had been with you, shooting the infected before it got to bit you. you did get a few scratches though. ellie got you right back to jackson which led to this, you sitting on her lap, on her couch.

ellie cradled your head, pressing a kiss onto your hair and resting her chin on top of your head. "there you go. you're alright, i'm here."*