Pregnant!?! (The Last Of Us Fanfic)

Friend or Foe

Ellie POV

"Finn, I can do it myself," I say to him as he tries to help me into the bathroom. 

"What if you fall?" He ushers me in, still holding onto me. 

"Like I'm gonna break a hip. I'm not eighty, Finn," I tell him and push him a little bit. He chuckles and lets me hold onto the counter by the sink. 

"Have you ever used an indoor toilet?" He asks me. 

"What, have I been living under a rock? Yes, I have. I've used them less than you though, if that means anything..." I say while closing the door. A hand reaches between the door and the wall. 

"Ellie," Finn starts. 

"Finn, I can do it alone. Let me close the door and if I'm not out in five minutes, come check on me, okay?" I say to him to make him leave. He nods and I close the door. 

I look around the dimly lit bathroom and flick on a light. Almost immediately, the room becomes much brighter. I find the toilet and slowly walk my way over. I try as much as I can to not use the counter, to build my strength back up. There's a window in this bathroom that leads out towards the community. I look at it and find that it has been glued shut. Well crap. I look out and the snow is still falling. 

The walls here encompass so much, I still can't believe that this place stands. Sure, Tommy's is about the same but here...there is so much. They have a clinic, a dining area, tons of different buildings housing people, these houses, just everything. I think I even saw a stage outside when I was being held out there. How do people live like this? This isn't surviving. I killed John and who knows who else has been killed or died since Joel and I got here. 

I make it to the toilet and look to my pants. I have gym shorts on? No one needs gym shorts in this day and age. I mean, if you live here I guess and try to live the way life used to be 22 years ago. I pull them down and do my business. Within seconds of finishing, I hear a knock on the door.

"Ellie, are you alright?" I hear Finn ask. 

"Yeah, just need to finish up," I say, pulling up my underwear and shorts. I flush the toilet and walk over to the sink. 

I turn on the faucet and clear water comes out of the spout. I look around for the soap and can't see any. I look under the sink and find it. 

"Gotcha," I say aloud. I instantly drop the soap on the ground and it hits my foot. I swear under my breath and bend over to pick it up. On the way down, I hit my head on the cupboard. 

"Dammit!" I yell out and fall to the floor, holding onto my head. 

"Ellie!" I hear Finn call out. I feel hands on me as I lay on the ground. 

"What did you do?" Finn asks me. A couple of seconds pass, I hear the water still running. I try to look up but all I see is Finn looking at me. 

"I wanted to wash my hands. Who the hell keeps soap under the sink? Usually you'd keep it out on the counter so people can use it! Do you not wash your hands?!?" I ask trying to be sarcastic but still mad since my head now hurts. 

"Sorry, it's just that I ran out of soap before and I forgot to restock it. Then I was late to go hunting that day so I just ran out of the house...that was the day I met you," He says to me, still holding onto me. 

"Well, that's a great story, really. Can you help me up?" I ask, pushing him a bit. 

Finn grunts as he pulls me back up on my feet. I put my hands onto the counter to steady myself. Finn bends over, grabs the soap, closes the cabinet door, and puts the soap on the counter.