WONDERING ➭ THE 100

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 SEVENTEEN ・*:·. ⇌ ஜ  .·:*

            "Yup, let it all out."

          Millie pats a girl's back comfortingly, gagging silently as the girl hurled blood out of her nose and mouth. The girl finally let up, weakly turning over on her side by the help of Millie. The blonde placed the girls head on the pillow, gently putting the cool rag on her forehead. She, like the rest of those who were sick in the drop ship, looked like near death. There was blood smeared across her cheeks, lips and nose. She had dark purple circles under her eyes, and her face blanched to an unnatural color.

          "Why are you helping us?" The girl croaked, blinking to force her eyes open. 

   "You should get some rest, it'll pass faster." Millie didn't respond to the girl's question, only put a cup of water by her head. "You're a grounder, aren't you?" Millie held back a scoff, she didn't know what she was, and she was really tired of them asking. 

   Curious and curiouser. 

    "I guess so." She shrugged in response. She was tired of repeating the same story over and over again, especially since no one seemed to believe her. She couldn't blame them, she sounded insane. She wasn't so sure she'd believe herself either. And in truth, the mystery of her past life was slowly becoming a thought in the back of her mind. It was a strange feeling. 

      Thankfully, the girl nodded in satisfaction and Millie watched her eyes slowly close. She pushed off the ground, her knees cracking for being bent for so long. Clarke stood near the exit of the drop ship, swaying from being so lightheaded. Millie silently put an arm under Clarkes, making her snap her eyes open.

         "I'm-"

         "Clarke, sitting down for five minutes won't kill you." Millie cut her off, dragging her to a cot. Clarke sighed but went willingly, letting her body be manipulated by Millie. That, or she was too weak to fight back. Clarke's symptoms weren't as bad as they could've been, Millie was thankful for that. She might've told the young leader she had it under control, but that didn't make the pressure any lighter on her shoulders. Millie offered an untouched cup of water to Clarke, who took it in her shaking hands gratefully.

     "Thank you," Clarke muttered weakly, Millie glanced back down at her. "You didn't have to help us; you could've led the grounders here to kill us. But you didn't, so thank you." Clarke repeated, having to take multiple deep breaths. Millie bit the inside of her cheek to keep from grinning and settled with a curt nod instead.

   "I don't mind." She stated, taking a moment to sit next to her. She pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. Millie inhaled, pinching the bridge of her nose and praying for her head to stop pounding. When she didn't hear anything more from Clarke, she assumed she fell asleep. Clarke was admirable, though Millie would never admit aloud. She was a teenager, like the rest of them yet she stepped up and took control instead of letting chaos ensue. Even Bellamy, who's emotions alone would've destroyed them all. Who knows where they might've been without her.

     Probably dead.

     What Millie wasn't expecting, was Clarke's head to drop onto her shoulder.