a hell that i call home.

[evrylastone]

hi hello. ellie will be returning to my multi @stolenfates for the foreseeable future!

[evrylastone]

❛ I don’t hate you—I wish I did. ❜ / dina

She should. Fuck, she should hate her. She had left in the middle of the night, intended to do so without so much as a note left on the kitchen table. All for what? Revenge she couldn’t even bring herself to enact? And yet … Dina doesn’t hate her. She had left her. Left their son, nothing more than an innocent little boy who would wake in the morning, seeking out his mother, while the other could only sob.

She didn’t deserve Dina’s lack of hatred.

She didnt deserve any speck of kindness Dina gave her.

“ That makes one of us, ” Ellie murmurs, habitually going to tug at her missing fingers. Coming up empty … her stomach churns. “ Not hating me, I mean. I wish you did, too. ”

[stringswoven]

“ You hear that…? ” Dina swiftly places a finger against Ellie’s lips as soon as the question leaves hers, knowing the brunette might actually answer given the circumstances they live rather than understand the question’s rhetorical.

A dazed smile feels permanent on Dina’s features over the last few months, thankful for what she has in this hell they call life… but mahogany orbs that glint with mischief are signs Dina’s slowly starting to reawaken beneath the bog of sleep deprivation and motherhood. “ Sweet, sweet silence. The sound of a baby actually sleeping. ” Dina hums thoughtfully to herself, removing her hand only to tangle it with Ellie’s. “ What’re we gonna do with all this free time? Feels too good to be true. ” Ellie won’t like the answer. Chores. But Dina might be willing to hear her out.

@evrylastone / s.c. ;

[evrylastone]

She loves being a mother, truly. Little JJ is the light of Ellie’s life ──── her little buddy, her best friend, always strapped to her chest while she works out in the yard. He loves when she sings to him, when she helps him stack his blocks and knock ‘em down, when she lets him sleep on her chest even after he’d spit up all over her favorite shirt … but she has to admit, the silence is incredibly beautiful.

Dina smiles at her, and Ellie puckers her lips to lay a kiss to Dina’s index finger, still against her lips, ordering her to keep quiet. ( Lest she wake the beast. ) “ You’ve gotta be shittin’ me, ” she whispers at last, Dina having removed her finger from her lips and giving her a moment to speak. Ellie falls silent, again, and cups her hand behind her ear, as if listening for even the tiniest of sounds from their sleeping son. “ Nope, he’s down for the count. We’re not dreaming, are we? ” She wouldn’t doubt it, at this point in their lives. They were both so sleep deprived …

Ellie’s hands find Dina’s waist, a sly smile gracing her features. “ I can think of one thing we could do … ” A waggle of her eyebrows, and she continues: “ Sleep. ” God knows they both needed it.

[gloomglimmer]

›     SOFT   ROMANCE      →      receiver    to    sender.

brushing   snow   off   their   shoulders

offering   to   carry   their   bag

humming   a   lullaby   beside   them

making   sure   their   drink   is   just   right

touching   hands   under   the   table

sharing   a   quiet   moment   in   an   elevator

pulling   the   blanket   up   over   them

fixing   a   crooked   button   on   their   shirt

gently   resting   a   hand   on   their   knee

bringing   them   flowers   “just   because”

watching   them   in   the   soft   morning   light

adjusting   their   glasses   for   them

saving   them   the   last   bite

quietly   placing   their   favorite   book   in   their   hands

squeezing   their   arm   in   silent   support

brushing   dust   off   their   shoulder

letting   their   head   rest   on   your   chest

warming   up   a   heating   pad   for   them

kissing   the   top   of   their   head   in   passing

whispering   their   name   like   a   secret

setting   their   phone   to   charge

pouring   their   tea   before   your   own

tucking   a   note   into   their   pocket

drawing   a   small   heart   on   their   wrist

holding   the   back   of   their   neck   gently

pulling   them   away   from   the   cold   wind

leaning   into   each   other   on   a   train

pressing   their   hand   over   your   heartbeat

offering   your   hoodie   on   a   cold   night

packing   a   snack   for   them

gently   rubbing   their   shoulder   while   they   talk

picking   them   wildflowers

saving   a   seat   beside   you   for   them

mouthing   “you   okay?”   across   the   room

standing   behind   them   while   they   cook

helping   with   their   coat   sleeves

asking   if   they’ve   eaten   today

tracing   their   laugh   lines   when   they   smile

turning   their   playlist   into   a   shared   one

leaving   a   mug   of   cocoa   on   their   desk

tying   your   scarf   around   their   neck

brushing   your   thumb   across   their   wrist

sitting   beside   them   during   a   tough   day

helping   them   put   on   a   bracelet

resting   your   head   on   their   lap

carrying   them   when   they   fall   asleep   somewhere   strange

painting   their   nails   for   them

pressing   a   kiss   to   their   wrist

gently   holding   their   chin   to   meet   your   gaze

leaving   your   scent   on   their   pillow

guiding   their   hand   while   drawing

humming   a   song   they   like

quietly   whispering   “i   missed   you”

brushing   a   tear   from   their   lash

hiding   a   gift   for   them   to   find   later

gently   pulling   them   into   your   arms   during   a   bad   dream

braiding   their   hair   without   asking

waiting   up   for   them   to   get   home

offering   your   lap   as   a   pillow

warming   their   hands   with   yours   in   your   pockets

shielding   their   eyes   from   the   sun

holding   their   face   during   a   long   hug

wrapping   your   arms   around   their   waist   while   cooking

softly   squeezing   their   pinky   when   anxious

sharing   a   hoodie   without   asking

resting   your   head   on   their   shoulder   during   a   movie

lightly   stroking   their   hair   while   they   read

offering   to   write   something   for   them

sneaking   a   Polaroid   of   them   smiling

casually   interlocking   fingers   while   walking

wrapping   an   arm   around   them   in   their   sleep

offering   a   tissue   before   they   ask

kissing   their   knuckles   one   by   one

gently   drying   their   hair   with   a   towel

placing   their   hand   over   your   heart

taking   their   photo   when   they’re   distracted

watching   them   laugh   and   smiling   to   yourself

opening   the   car   door   for   them

waiting   to   make   sure   they’re   inside   safely

gently   tugging   on   their   sleeve   to   get   their   attention

letting   them   nap   on   your   chest

setting   an   extra   place   at   the   table

lending   them   your   favorite   book

adjusting   their   jewelry

putting   a   hand   on   their   back   when   guiding   them

whispering   “you’re   okay,   i’ve   got   you”

resting   your   foreheads   together   mid-hug

brushing   rainwater   from   their   hair

slipping   your   hand   into   theirs   in   silence

bringing   a   warm   drink   to   their   bedside

folding   their   laundry   with   a   soft   smile

reaching   out   instinctively   to   steady   them

tracing   the   veins   on   their   wrist   with   your   finger

taking   off   their   shoes   after   a   long   day

straightening   their   tie   gently

offering   to   help   them   undress   when   tired

letting   your   head   fall   on   theirs   in   a   quiet   moment

playfully   hiding   behind   them   when   nervous

buttoning   up   their   cardigan   slowly

whispering   “you   make   me   feel   safe”

[evrylastone]

a semi - plotted starter, for @crownslip's dina.

It had come as a relief when Maria had agreed to place her back on the patrol roster. Ever since her return to Jackson, Ellie found herself restless, almost as if her skin was set ablaze. She was forced to sit with her thoughts, forced to return to her garage - turned - home, not even daring to do much as try to worm her way back into Dina’s life. ( She’d made her bed. Now she’d have to lay in it, as Joel would’ve said. ) Making herself useful to the community was natural, even if many didn’t agree with her presence. Not that she could blame them. Had it been her, she, too, would hate the girl that had broken Dina’s heart and abandoned an innocent little boy in the name of revenge. ( Okay, so maybe she does hate herself. ) Not many wished to be paired with her on patrols, and those who were unlucky enough didn’t so much as look at her. A weird feeling, seeing how she was once respected in this town.

She had pleaded to be assigned routes alone, insisting she worked well on her own, and that she’d managed well enough on her solo trek to California and back. ( Her missing fingers were thrown in her face after that one. ) Maria eventually paired her with Cat of all people ──── something about them having a cordial enough relationship, as well as Cat being one of the few to not ice her out. She was the last person Ellie wanted to be partnered with; an ex - girlfriend, yes, but also someone who would surely lecture her for her stupid choices. They had broken up because of Dina, in a sense; Ellie had had feelings for Cat, once upon a time, but the feelings for her once best friend had been much stronger, something Cat had picked up on later into the relationship. It had been a clean enough break, with no hard feelings from either side, though Ellie just knew that Cat would tear her a new one for fucking up what it was she’d wanted most. ( And honestly? She’d deserve it. )

Word had somehow slipped to Dina, stories of Ellie and Cat spending more time together, omitting that it was solely for patrol duty. Had it been pure coincidence that Dina had spotted them together at the stables, Ellie wasn't certain. She and Cat were returning from a morning route, putting their saddles up and feeding their horses after a longer run than usual. It was as Ellie had cracked a rare smile that Dina had spotted them. The sound of footsteps rushing away had alerted her, and Ellie immediately left Shimmer forgotten to run after her.

All the way to Dina's home she had followed her, urging her to just stop and talk to her, promises of it not being what she thinks falling on deaf ears. She manages to catch Dina in her doorway, mangled hand grabbing her wrist for dear life. “ Dina, can you please just stop and fucking listen to me for once? ”

[evrylastone]

i told you not to do that! now look!

` * 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

“ Hey, fuck you, man! I know what I’m doing! ” At least, she thinks she knows what she’s doing. Daryl was someone Ellie looked up to ──── loyal to his own, and selfless when it mattered; he took no shit and worked well on his own. He was a lot like Joel, in the ways that mattered, and all Ellie had wanted to do was make him proud.

Even if it meant pissing him off in the process.

Pulling away from the rifle’s scope to glare up at Daryl, Ellie says “ We checked already and there’s absolutely zero infected up here. Now get your ass down here and knock some of these fuckers out with me. ” She quickly returns to her work, looking out to the clearing below through her rifle’s scope. She tracks a staggering infected, sights trained on its head, and with the teachings of Tommy echoing in her mind, lines up her shot to compensate for drop - off, and squeezes the trigger.

[videog4mes]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤANGST MUSINGS FOUND ON PINTEREST. – please change pronouns and verbiage as needed. 

nobody is coming to save you. get up.

let us live, since we must die.

don't trust the beginnings, truth is told in the last moments.

i don't think i'm the hero type.

this was supposed to be closure, not the beginning of another mistake.

underneath your hands, i become poetry. this is the alchemy that you do.

two souls don't find each other by simple accident.

how do i look away now that i've seen you?

it is okay to be gentle, it does not make you weak.

let me fall if i must fall. the one i will become will catch me.

you said i killed you – haunt me then!

tell me every terrible thing you ever did and let me love you anyway.

i'm, as the poet says, a mess!

i am a collection of dismantled almosts.

do you exist? have i made you up?

ignore every instinct to flee. remember: you are a monster, too.

you were destined for me. perhaps, as a punishment.

i crave affection and run from it.

forever is a dangerous word.

you left fingerprints on my soul, but they feel more like bruises now.

am i suffering beautifully? is my agony laveable?

i desire violently – and i wait.

i died a lot to live a little with you.

not yet corpses. still, we rot.

i am made of untamable demons and unfillable voids.

…what i am aches in me.

do not mock a pain you haven't endured.

blood will be spilled. i know it. let it be mine, not yours.

i feel as if i belonged to another world.

memory is punishment.

i dream of you in fractured ways, in hollow nights, and haunted days.

survivors have scars. victims have graves.

[stringswoven]

Two best friends who’d married young. The classic cliche, a chaotic disaster. There are times Dina wallows in the what if, dreams of a life where Joel hadn’t died and Ellie hadn’t downward spiraled. Or if she had, allowed Dina to be her rock and help her navigate through the drowning grief like partners do. But Ellie had left, refusing help, refusing to let her drag Dina down with her despite being more than willing. It hadn’t taken long for Dina to serve the divorce papers, refusing to be leashed like a dog to someone that may or may not come back fully, Ellie still very much invested in JJ’s life, but closed off from Dina’s heart.

Not fully…

Out of sight out of mind would’ve been a hell of a lot easier than the torture Dina was putting herself through. Seeing Ellie constantly with JJ never gave her a chance to move on fully, texts filled with regret were sent drunkenly, slight relapses of weakness gone by morning’s light. A pounding headache serves as a lingering reminder during a school Winter Cabaret, reprieved with the offer of pain killers from Jesse, former lover reunited. Back from Mexico for the holidays… after a relationship too had crumbled, and interested in sticking around to be part of their son’s life.

It’s selfish of Dina to bask in the past, reminiscing on fond memories in giggling whispers, smug noticing Ellie’s attitude shift and stiffen, cold and snappy. With the intermission and JJ’s class next, Dina corners Ellie on her way to the bathroom. “ Seriously? You’re gonna get all jaded ex on me with Jesse being here? ” Ellie knows she’d lost the damn right when she’d walked out that door.

starter based on this post / @evrylastone

[evrylastone]

Joel's death had broken her. Her adoptive father ──── her only father, having never known even the name of her biological one ──── dead in a car accident. ( Similar to how the life of his daughter, Sarah, had been taken. ) The void it had left in her soul had been far too big to handle, the impact on her marriage far too great. In an effort to spare both Dina and their son, Ellie had distanced herself, staying out later and later, until, eventually, she'd practically moved into the spare bedroom at Tommy and Maria's.

The divorce papers had come soon after.

Her heart had shattered into a million tiny pieces, yet still, she marched on. She continued to be apart of JJ's life, never wanting to rip one of his parents from him. But seeing her ex - wife in the home they had once shared, leaving her within again and again each time she'd pick up the young boy, each time she'd drop him off, each time she'd leave after visiting . . . it killed her.

( Not to mention texts sent in drunken stupors, never receiving replies, never being acknowledged . . . )

And now, she is forced to sit beside Jesse, her best - friend and JJ's father. Dina's ex - lover. Freshly returned from Mexico, his own relationship having crumbled at his feet, now making an effort to be more of a constant in his son's life. His return meant spending far more time with Dina, and though Ellie had no reason to be jealous, the envy manages to boil in the pit of her stomach. The two of them got along well. They always had. And the laughter and friendly banter between them came easy, even now. It is a major point in Ellie's sudden desire to rush to the bathroom, the school's program on brief intermission before JJ and his class take center stage. What she plans to do in there is beyond her, and, regrettably will never see the light of day, as Dina manages to corner her.

“ What do you want Dina? ” Ellie forces out. She swallows the lump that begins to form in her throat. “ You really think throwing him in my face at our son's play is a good move? ” Green eyes look to the side, unable to gaze upon the woman she'd lost any longer. “ You wanna fuck him now that he's not with Olivia? Fine, be my guest. But don't flaunt it just to hurt me when we're all here for JJ. ”

[fivendandelions]

THE LAST OF US 2.04 – Day One

[stringswoven]

Craving goes unfiltered from brain to mouth. And Dina’s already anticipating Ellie’s look of disgust, staring up at her innocently, thought stated as a simple fact: it’s what I want. She knows how it sounds, knows that if she wasn’t pregnant how she’d also judge — salty vinegar mixed with fruity sweet? — but right now it sounds like something she’d tear apart the world for such a craving, and if she didn’t get it soon, there’d be hell to pay. “ Picked… anything. Asparagus, okra, cauliflower, red peppers, pickles, carrots, onions… ” She mocks Ellie’s judgmental tone, shifting (with Ellie’s help) to sit up, hair falling out of her loosened bun and tumbling in waves around her shoulders. “ And not just any jam… raspberry jam. ” She won’t accept anything else, Dina can feel it.

But Ellie’s inhale and groan are the sweet sounds of victory, clear in the immediate grin tugging on Dina’s lips that pucker into a swift little kiss on Ellie’s sulking ones, chuckling with the claim she won’t be kissed until after her teeth are brushed. “ I bet you’d loveeee my pickled vegetable jam breath~ it’ll taste like raspberries afterward. Mmmmm~ ”

Dina then sits back, a thought occurring. “ Hey hang on a second — you’re not gonna have any? ” She’s offended, playfully, staring down Ellie as though she’s been insulted. It was one thing to judge her craving (cause she totally sounds insane), but to not partake?! “ What about in sickness and in health, babe? What if this is my sickness!? ”

cont’d / @evrylastone

[evrylastone]

“ Did you just call our baby a sickness? ” Feigning disbelief, Ellie stares at Dina. Hands move to rest against either side of Dina's growing belly, as though covering the ears of the baby growing within. “ It's okay, Potato ──── Mama didn't mean it. She just gets a little cranky when she's hungry and says crazy shit she doesn't mean. ”

The grin plastered across her face, however, fades quickly. Just how long would these cravings even last? ( What if they never left? What if the baby somehow inherited them, and Ellie was subjected to a life of pickled vegetables and raspberry jam, or grilled cheese with onions and maple syrup, or some other disgusting combination!? )

“ That's also totally unfair. We haven't even exchanged vows, so that doesn't apply to me. ” She realizes that she is treading mighty thin ice once the words leave her lips. Dina's hormones not only caused cravings, but also caused wild mood swings. No matter what she did, Ellie often managed to make Dina cry, be it out of anger, annoyance, sadness, or happiness. “ Not that I'd ever not take care of you! I mean, I'll always take care of you. I just mean, we aren't married, y’know? Yet . . . ” Yep. Definitely shoving her foot in her mouth. Okay, back to the matter at hand . . .

Moving quickly past her fumble, Ellie scrunches her nose in disgust. “ Nu - uh. No way. I'm not dipping pickled anything in jam. I'll make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and eat with you, but no way in hell am I eating that gross shit you're gonna call a meal. ”

[paper-wounds]

[evrylastone]

“ Is it weird that I’m craving… pickled vegetables and jam… ” (from Dina)

It's a combination she'd never expected to hear. Something so utterly disgusting. Who the fuck even ate pickled vegetables? ( No, she doesn't count pickles, despite being pickled cucumbers. ) With jam, no less? No one in the right mind, that's who! No one but pregnant women, at least, of which her wife ( at least, that's what the entirety of Jackson assumed them to be, even if they had skipped a few important steps to get there ) was one. Ellie recalls reading about strange cravings in an old copy of What to Expect When You're Expecting that she'd snatched from the library. Something to do with a fluctuation of hormones and the growing life needing certain nutrients.

Yeah, it was considered normal, but it was still fucking weird.

Ellie scrunches her nose in disgust and glances down at Dina, her head resting in Ellie's lap. Mahogany eyes stare up at her, innocence radiating within, as though her sudden craving was for something they ate often. “ By pickled vegetables, you mean pickles, right? Normal, regular pickles in the jar. The shit you cut up on put on burgers or sandwiches, right? ” She could handle the craving better if it were pickles, not that it made much sense to her. “ Or are you wanting pickled carrots or onions or whatever? And with jam? Seriously, babe? ”

A deep inhale, a groan, and Ellie throws her head back against the back of the couch. “ You're so lucky I love you. Fuck, okay ──── whatever you want, I'll go get if we don't have it. But don't expect me to kiss you until your brush your fuckin’ teeth. ”

[evrylastone]

" we didn't save anyone, did we? "

* 𝐇𝐁𝐎'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝟐 . . .

The pad of her thumb is dragged along her bottom lip, skin stained with blood that drips from her nose. She'd taken a nasty hit to the face from the muzzle of a rifle. ( Son of a bitch got what was coming, at least ──── a bullet right between the eyes, courtesy one Ellie Williams. ) “ Assholes like that don't deserve saving, ” she states, wiping the blood on her fingertips down the outer thigh of her jeans. “ We saved ourselves, at least. That's what matters. ”

[evrylastone]

[ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to?

[ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language?

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

[ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to?

While not truly a ritual of any kind, following Joel's death and her return from Seattle, Ellie makes it a habit to brew coffee each morning. Though she doesn't drink it, ( she leaves the pot for Dina ) the aroma reminds her of Joel and his insane love of coffee. It's a silly little thing, but it makes her feel close to him. ( She even pours a cup in that mug of his with the owl on it, and just sits with it for awhile. )

[ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language?

Ellie's main love language is physical touch. She doesn't offer it to everyone; with Jesse, she'd punch his arm or high five him; with Joel, she'd often give hugs; with Dina, she enjoys just holding her close.

[evrylastone]

the only way to achieve the impossible is to believe it is possible.

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄. ( @dreadhour )

What a load of horse shit. Glenn was the polar opposite of Joel in every way ──── enthusiastic and upbeat, even when the situation had gone to hell. Ellie's jaw goes slack, an eyebrow cocked in question. “ You're joking, right? ” He had to be, because his words were fucking insane. “ This isn't some fucking game, Glenn. Joel is— ” But the words catch in her throat. Joel is dead, and Abby was out there, somewhere.

Quickly, Ellie composes herself, teeth clenched. She clears her throat. “ This isn't impossible. I'm heading out tomorrow for Seattle, and I'm going to kill that bitch and her bitch - ass friends. ”

[evrylastone]

don't move - you're going to make it worse. / joel

` * 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

“ Like fuck I will. ” Venom soaks her words, dripping as each syllable leaves her lips. Her knee digs into the soft earth, dirt surely staining the denim of her jeans. A hand carefully wraps a bandage around her forearm ──── barbed fuckin' wire had sliced right through several layers of skin. She would definitely need stitches when they got back from patrol; knowing Joel, that would be now, ridding the old Walgreens building of infected be damned. ( Leave it to Captain Wyoming to pair the two of them up for patrol, despite Ellie's protests. ) “ We've gotta finish patrol. I dunno ’bout you, but I'd rather not have Jesse and Maria both on my ass. ”

And then she stands, adjusting the strap of her rifle over her shoulder, and continues down the dirt path. “ C'mon, let's go. ”

[hollowprompts]

` * 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 : a mix of dialogue and action prompts. sent "+ reverse" to reverse the roles.

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :

➔ you're gonna be okay , just keep your eyes on me. ➔ don't move - you're going to make it worse. ➔ it's not that bad. ➔ you saved me once before , now it's my turn. ➔ you fucking idiot , you weren't supposed to take the hit for me. ➔ i told you not to do that! now look! ➔ you're lucky that i know basic first aid , or you'd be dead! ➔ stay with me, okay? stay awake. ➔ i'll be as gentle as i can be , i promise. ➔ you're bleeding - oh my god , you're bleeding. ➔ you told me it was a scratch , this is not a fucking scratch! ➔ there's so much blood. ➔ next time you want to play here , just don't. ➔ stop fighting me and let me help! ➔ you're banned from doing anything remotely dangerous. ➔ you could have died , what were you thinking? ➔ if you die on me , i'm going to be pissed off. ➔ you didn't have to be so reckless just to prove a fucking point. ➔ the wound will heal but you'll have a scar.

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

[ carry ] sender carries receivers muse to safety after finding them injured. [ stitch ] sender stitches receivers wound. [ hand ] sender holds receivers hand during a painful procedure. [ wound ] sender cleans receivers wounds with gentle and shaky hands. [ panic ] sender panics while trying to stop receiver's bleeding. [ patch ] sender patches receiver up using makeshift materials (i.e. torn shirt). [ fire ] sender drags receiver out of a burning building. [ pressure ] sender puts deep pressure on receivers wound while yelling for help. [ mouth ] sender gives receiver mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. [ change ] sender helps receiver change out of bloodied clothes. [ wash ] sender helps wash dried blood off of receivers face. [ shower ] sender helps receiver shower after an injury. [ broken ] sender tries to stabilize receivers broken limb with rope and sticks.