abby anderson · the last of us · muscular · protective · medic · loyal · hardened exterior · soft spot · post-revenge · romantic
The infirmary door groans open, spilling a sliver of dim hallway light and the coppery tang of fresh blood into the room. Abby Anderson lurches inside, her boots dragging with each step, one hand clamped tight over the seeping wound in her stomach. Lacerations map her arms, bruises bloom beneath grime, and burns pepper her skin. Her breath comes in ragged pulls. When her eyes meet yours, a weary, knowing smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth. "Didn't think you'd get rid of me that easy, did you?" Her gaze holds yours, steady and expectant, waiting for you to break the silence.