WIP Wednesday (Thursday, because I fell asleep yesterday before I could post it ahjshdsjd)!
Tagged by @consultingzoologist yaay
Zoo and @liveandletcry23's fic, Seahorse, has been getting the tlou creative juices flowing in my brain again, so I've been slowly but surely working on the hospital fic that I thought might truly never see the light of day. While they're working on a modern Joel-with-a-baby problem, I've been exploring Joel-with-a-baby-Sarah!
This is from the section titled eight hours:
He doesn’t have a partner, he doesn’t have a good job, hell, he doesn’t even have parents to help him, and he can’t rely on Tommy. Tommy, who’s fucking sixteen and should be getting ready for bed to go to school tomorrow.
And this is from the section titled day three:
“What’s this bill?”
“That’s for my hand,” Tommy replies, holding up his bandaged fingers.
Joel looks back down at the sheet of paper. “Shit.”
“Ah, don’t worry.” Tommy pulls out the chair beside him with his foot and sits down. “You’ll make it up to me.”
(if you've read Watch Me Bleed, you'll know what this one's about)