✧ “ i brought you some water. ” — @1eader
there's crimson blood encrusted on the corner of his lip , calloused digits clutching the wool blanket beneath trembling frame. IT'S A BALMY NIGHT , BUT HIS FEVER HAS SPIKED. this illness brought into their camp has resolved for many , but others are getting worse. he includes himself in that category. optics finally open and he blinks a few times to settle blurred vision. the sounds of coughs and agonized groans occupy the tent AND HIS QUIVERING HAND SEARCHES FOR HIS SISTER'S. " o ? " he calls out into the thinned fabric tent , but receives no answer. the last he saw of her she was clutching his hand and assuring him that SHE WOULDN'T LET ANYTHING HAPPEN TO HIM. what if she left camp again ? returned back to that stupid grounder that she thinks she can trust ?
bellamy is willing himself to sit up. he can't just rest here. jasper could screw this up and the grounders could be on their way right now. that's what he tells himself until a familiar tone leaves him at a standstill. " clarke ? " he's narrowing his eyes , trying to make out the blur of hues. " how long was i out ? did jasper take the shot ? " or are they under attack ? NO. if grounder's were infiltrating their walls , clarke would be bringing him a gun , not water. if they are safe , IT PROBABLY WON'T BE FOR LONG.
