Prisoner 83 | the 100

chapter fifty-five

By the time Hazel left her and Raven's shared room, she figured that whatever mission Kane had planned for her and Octavia must've gone smoothly. She had not heard anything over the intercoms about her friend being caught outside of camp but thought it would be good to check in with Lincoln to be sure. For all she knew, Octavia and Kane could be locked up in jail right now. It wouldn't have been a plausible thought days ago, but things were changing around Arcadia, and not for the better.

The dirty blonde began making her way toward the training center, taking note that it seemed to be fairly peaceful outside. There weren't as many guard members walking around with their automatic weapons, which meant they were either inside or on a mission. Hazel hoped it was the former, but with Pike's leadership, she couldn't be sure. 

Just as she was about to step through the threshold of Lincoln's usual spot, the man himself walked out with Jackson following behind him.

"Good," her fellow medic said, "You're here. We need you in medical now."

Hazel, although confused, followed without question. It was a rare sight seeing Lincoln and Jackson alone together and they both seemed tense. The dirty blonde figured she would learn why she was needed when they reached their destination.

The two men walked ahead of her as they made their way through the center and Hazel quickly realized why there weren't many guard members outside. She wondered how she could have been so dense to have missed that something bad was happening somewhere in the camp.

The guards were holding their weapons and using them to usher the sick Grounders up from the gurneys and cots they had been resting on. 

"Lincoln," the curly-haired brunette's voice sounded from further in the room, "You don't want to be here right now."

The dirty blonde should've known that wherever the guards were, Bellamy would be with them, too. She looked around and pushed her way through to stand next to her Grounder friend. The medic instinctively felt drawn to take his side over anyone else's, considering that Skaikru had welcomed the Grounders into the camp and promised to offer medical support.

Bellamy stepped forward as he noticed the dirty blonde and shot her a warning look that she pretended to not see. He frowned as he understood that at that moment, all familiarity between the two was gone. But the ex-janitor knew better than anyone that relationships become strained when occupations come first. He was choosing his role as a guard while Hazel was choosing hers as a doctor. 

"We asked them to come here," Lincoln started forward.

The recently elected Chancellor piped in, "We can't spare the supplies."

His reasoning did not bide well with the trio who had just entered. Supplies were important, sure, but Skaikru was proving their sentiment of peace in the coalition by providing treatment to the Grounders. 

The guards continued to rough the sick patients around, causing Lincoln to intervene.

"Lincoln, no!" Abby tried to intercept him, but a guard had already pulled his gun out.

The Grounder and guard were almost chest to chest, and everyone's breaths caught in their chests while they waited to see what would happen next. 

The dirty blonde glanced over at Bellamy who was already looking back at her, and he shook his head. He didn't want her getting involved, so he took a few steps closer to her in case she did. They were only a foot away but Hazel felt they couldn't be further apart. She didn't understand how he seemed to be so nonchalant about this situation.

Lincoln continued to put pressure on the situation by defending the grounders, but the weapon being out didn't help de-escalate it. 

The dirty blonde reached for Bellamy's hand, pleading with him to step in. She didn't want to see her friend get hurt, or worse. Hazel knew that the curly-haired brunette didn't either.