Pregnant!?! (The Last Of Us Fanfic)

Fresh Start

Ellie POV

Out the window, snow continues to fall. More and more snow keeps falling, never seeming to stop. I look over to the trees, snow is climbing up to the lower branches.

I haven't seen Joel in years.

Okay...not really. It's been days...weeks. Seems like years.

Once Joel and Finn brought me back to the cabin, I slept. I stayed in bed all day, only getting up to pee and to eat every now and then...with my medication. Finn tells me that they are running out of meds and supplies and a supply run is the last thing on everyone's mind. With this snow, no one is going anywhere.

I have two more days worth of meds left then I will be left to fend for myself. I'm not even sure what the meds are for. Finn told me that it was for pain, not morphine but...hydro something. Joel told me they are hydro's and to not drive once I take one. He also told me, no more than one dose at a time, or I could die. Of course I joked about it and he did not find it funny. He put me to bed and I fell asleep. Haven't seen or heard him since.

Finn checks on me every so often when I'm in bed all day. He gets worried when I don't eat or get up to use the bathroom. He makes sure I drink water though. "Better than nothing" he tells me. I just do as he says. We haven't talked about us lately, like "us". Ever since...I was raped, he doesn't seem to want to talk about "us". I brought it up last night but he got very defensive and told me to not worry about it, and slept on the couch.

I didn't get any sleep last night. Finn has usually crawled in bed with me. Either touching me...holding me...or just there.

I still have yet to tell Joel about Finn's and I...relationship. At first, it just seemed like lust and wanting. After a couple weeks and after my first time, it didn't seem like that anymore. To me, I noticed the little things. Like, Finn would watch me as I walked around the house, when I was staring out the window, when I'm sleeping. He gets very protective of me when I do anything or if someone comes to the door.

Clara visited twice a couple weeks ago, but I haven't seen her since. Rick came to ask how I was doing for Joel and got a door slammed in his face. Clara and the others decided visitation days for me and Joel and promised they'd enforce it. Then I was raped. Then apparently everything changes. No visitation. Rape is normal these days. It's not unheard of. This world is messed up and the worse of things seems to be completely normal. Murders, deaths, infections, everything. Normal. Dead parents? Dead kids? Dead spouses? Very, very normal nowadays.

Finn doesn't like to talk about it. I ask him about his old life, he tells me not to worry and that we'll talk about it later. I am very frustrated with him. I want the old Finn back. Granted, he lost a kid, a wife. Aaron was a monster and deserved every inch of his suffering. I never met his wife, but he got over her pretty quickly. I don't even know if his daughter, Eliza, is even alive at this point.

Finn left a little while ago. He said he was going to go get more supplies for my injuries. My wrists have scabs on them and are about healed, but he insists that I keep them moisturized. My leg, hurts like hell. I have to gain my strength back, but a cut that deep is not a good way to start. It got infected last week cause I didn't leave the bed for six days. I got up to pee and that was it. I slept and cried, crying isn't normal for me to do. I usually just swear a lot and hold it in.

But everything that has happened in the past three years...terrifying.

My overall well-being is alright. My body has gone through a lot of trauma and it's no wonder that I haven't had a visit from aunt flow. It's been about nine weeks since the last one...just before Finn and I had sex. My body aches and my head aches all the time. Meds don't seem to be doing me justice now. Hydro's or not, everything hurts. But when I'm laying in bed, everything seems to stop. Time stops. I just lay there, watching the sun rise and fall. I watch the snow fall, building up, not showing any signs of stopping.