[Home Plot] Aftermath

[manwithoutfear]

I don't like the Clinic. I'm not too fussy about the whole Compound in general, honestly, but there are answers we need -- sooner, rather than later. I rely on Ellen to get us there in one piece, still disoriented enough from the events of the past few days, real or dreamt up, to get a good grip on my surroundings. My hand rests on her elbow, the other tucked against my chest, hastily wrapped to stop the bleeding from my altercation with the floor. I stop us once we're inside, the familiar stench of antiseptic clogging my nose.

I just hope whoever's in knows what the hell they're doing.

"We need a doctor."

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[shewaswarned]

Ellen's feeling a little - off, understandably, but they manage to make their way to the Compound without any further incident or injury, and she's leaning into him as much as he is her, mostly silent as she tries to wrap her brain around everything.

"You go first," she murmurs, resting a gentle hand between Matt's shoulderblades. "I can wait."