her eyebrows raised slightly at his attempts to quiet her.
“ i know, i know, you can take care of yourself, “ clarke said,
rolling her eyes. “ you think i’m overdoing it, and i hope i am.
but….someone has to. “ these people were her responsibility,
and she couldn’t fail them. so she got a little intense sometimes
- it was just what she did. it might have been annoying for other
people to deal with, but better annoyed and alive than the other
option. if that meant pestering him about keeping an eye on things,
then she’d do it.
clarke was pretty tired of not being able to save people. she’d do
whatever it took to keep the ones who were left safe.
❝ honestly clarke, it's cool. i'll live. a bit of pain's not
gonna kill me.❞
he sat up straight, watching clarke in silence. her words didn't
make him feel bad - he could only agree. he did think she was
overdoing it; he was eighteen, trained medic himself (partially,
at least), and he knew he could survive this wound, easily, if he
just rested well. he wasn't a lost cause, wasn't going to die. he
just had to bite through the pain. good thing he could do so with
ease when it came to physical pain.
emotional pain was a different story altogether, much preferring to
just block it out. but he could see where clarke was coming from.
she didn't want to lose people, didn't want to feel that hurt and blame.
this was just her way of trying to prevent it.
❝ clarke, we'll be okay. if... when they come down, things'll be
different.❞ stop worrying about me, worry about yourself for once.
words he'd like to say to her, but words he couldn't get past his lips.
to him, caring was a weakness, no matter how well he understood
why clarke cared so much. he just couldn't bring himself to do the
same anymore.