Pregnant!?! (The Last Of Us Fanfic)

Nowhere to go

Joel P.O.V.

"Joel, I need you to take a couple deep breaths okay?" 

I move my head from side to side, feeling fuzzy. 

"Joel, please do as I ask, I'm only trying to help," 

I try to recognize the voice, but it just sounds like a voice right now. I squeeze my eyes, trying to open them slowly, but all I see is a blinding bright light. I moan out and try to move the rest of my body. 

The cold floor, seeps into my skin. I realize I don't have any clothes on. I try to speak, 

"Who are you? Wh- where am I?" I ask, sounding confused. 

"Joel, you are at Hell's gate. It is a holding area for prisoners of our group. You suffered a gunshot wound to your right lung. Luckily, it didn't puncture your lung, just grazed it. You've been in and out of consciousness for a couple days now," 

I hear that it is a man's voice. I try opening my eyes again. 

I see a man with a white doctors coat on, with surgical gloves, and a face mask. His eyes are full of youth, he looks very young. I notice he has lots of needles on him, some are probably to tranquilize me if I get out of hand. He rolls me to my side as I feel his cold hands running along my spinal cord. He presses different spots along my back. I hear him click a pen and write something down.

"Where's Ellie?" I ask frantically, looking around the room, or what seems to be a room. 

The man doesn't answer me, he instead rolls me back onto my back. He shines a light into my eyes and then opens my mouth and looks inside. He clears his throat,

"You are in amazing condition for your age," 

I sigh out in amusement. I'm not that old. The doctor then presses onto my right chest and I gasp out in pain. 

"We took the bullet out, but you still have incredible bruising around the gsw," the doctor says. He pours something onto the wound and it hurts like hell. Then he checks my stitches, nodding in approval. Putting a white bandage over my wound to cover it, the doctor then gets up and gathers his things. 

"Where are my clothes?" I ask, a little embarrassed now.

"You will get them soon, we have to run a full body check before we can hold you in a different cell. A much nicer, cleaner cell. It also has running water," He says. 

"Where is Ellie?" I ask again, a bit more stern this time.

"I can not tell you where she is," he says hesitantly. 

"Can I please see her?" I ask. 

"Like that?" The doctor jokes, "No, you can not." 

I try to sit up, but I have to hold my chest to do so. 

"Can I talk to someone in charge?" I say, grunting. 

The doctor doesn't answer. He opens my cell door and lets himself out. He shuts the door and locks it. He glances over his shoulder and then continues, 

"Finn should be here soon to talk with you. He's the one in charge now since...Ellie is safe, I promise," 

The doctor kicks something under the cell door and then shuffles off quickly. The bright light turns off, leaving a small dim light to shine. His footsteps get quieter and softer, then I know he's gone. I try to stand up but it's too hard on my chest. There's too much pressure. I decide to crawl to the door to see what he kicked under.

I find in the now dim light, a tray with what looks like a small chicken leg, a couple blue pills, and a blanket. I hurriedly eat the chicken leg, after evaluating it. The blue pills look to be pain pills, but have the shape of knockout drugs. I take them. Nothing can't really hurt me worse right now.