Kopa Poked The Bear
kopa poked the bear
Tucked in the shade beneath an overarching rock, Kenai had been attempting to rest. Attempting was the key word – it took a while to fall into slumber with a certain brother around, Koda often wriggling around or rambling about anything and everything – often until he simply wore himself out. By now, Kenai was able to ignore Koda's rambling at will – but he stayed awake to ensure that Koda actually got some rest, and that he hadn't wandered off whilst the older bear was asleep.
It hadn't been long since silence had fallen upon their makeshift den when the poking started. Kenai was dozing just enough to ignore it at first, until barely there sensations grew more bold. The light brown bear heaved out a sigh.
" Koda, go back to sleep. You've been awake long enough, " he mumbles into the air. Yet, the poking only paused for a moment before continuing. Seriously? The bear turned his head, ready to nudge his brother away from him, when a foreign smell hit his nose. Immediately, brown eyes shot open, Kenai's body shifting to hide Koda from the stranger's sight.
" What are you doing? Stop that. " Kenai all but growls, glaring at the lion cub before him. Keeping his voice low enough to not wake Koda, not yet, but ensuring he got his warning across – try anything and he wouldn't hesitate to protect his baby brother.
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The thought of Ellie cutting his hair nearly gave Joel a heart attack – as much as loved cared for her, he would not trust that girl with scissors. Especially not near his head. Probably end up losing an eye or being bald, and he didn't know which was worse. Shaving wasn't exactly reassuring either, but not as much could go wrong there.
" I'm still handsome then ? " Joel jokes, raising his eyebrows as much as he could. It was more for her benefit than his, wanting to push through the pain and make this all seem less scary for her. It wasn't like a simple stab wound this time – he'd been beaten, his kneecap broken, stabbed in the neck... by all accounts, Joel should've died in that cabin.
Somehow he didn't. Somehow Ellie managed to get him, and a terrified disoriented Dina, back to Jackson. God, his kid was a force of nature. Joel couldn't be more proud, even with the fog of the painkillers pumping through his system. Thank fuck the girl... Anna? Andy? Abby? Yeah, Abby sounded familiar. Thank fuck she hadn't given Ellie the same treatment.
Despite all common sense screaming not to, Ellie's words cause Joel to give his leg an experimental shift. The sharp agony that shoots through his kneecap and down his leg make him hiss, face scrunching in discomfort. " Yep. Hurts like a bitch, " he wheezes in confirmation. Honestly, what else did he expect? The painkillers were good but they weren't miracle workers.
Her question prompts an internal assessment of his body. Other leg, while stiff, was pain free. All ten fingers could twitch, as far as he was aware. An attempt to turn his head was cut short at the tugging of stitches - a pleasant reminder that he very nearly didn't make it out alive.
" I'm good, kiddo. Most of me's workin', and if I've still got my good looks then we have nothin' to worry about, right? " Joel reassures her, shifting his hand so he could squeeze hers in return. " Just might be outta commission a lil' while longer... head hurts a ton, but eyes and ears are the same. "
He nearly makes a joke about Ellie being a nurse, but the fingers running through his hair distract him. He blinks away the exhaustion that tugs at him from the soothing motion. Injuries be damned, he refused to cut this time with Ellie short.
" What about you? She didn't hurt you or anythin' right? Or Dina? How'd you get us back here? " The questions blur together, whatever meds they had given him sapping away his usual verbal filter, much to his chagrin.
"Oh, I'm great," she answers sarcastically, "Catching up on my reading. You know me." He looks so injured. There is no other way to express it, because even the first time he was dying around her he didn't look so roughed up, so beaten, yet when he looks at her now he looks ten times better than back then. There is a light in his eye, like the fact that she's there means he's okay. Fucking Joel, she's mad at him because she can't be mad at him. But she gets it, she does. He's the first person who didn't leave her, and he keeps not leaving her, and normally that would be enough for her to be alright, if only the moment when Abby had stabbed him wasn't burned into her retinas, if only she didn't see him die every time she closed her eyes.
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