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[cw: ptsd]

[It's hours before she replies. Ellie doesn't know where those hours went. She woke up wedged into a corner of the tiny bathroom of her apartment, covered in sweat, her throat raw and her heart pounding.

In the past few days, she's been two completely different people. She's died, remembers her own death in vivid detail. She's been holding her shit together and doing a damn good job of it.

She hasn't had an episode since the first week she came to New Amsterdam.

This one has her skin tingling, hurting, aching so much she wants to rip it off. She stares his name, his innocuous conversation with Nathan, Nathan responding like it's normal, like it's all a normal fucking day.

Joel, alive.

Joel.

Alive.]

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You TALKED to her???