Hell and Back (The 100)

13- Fresh Air

 Jasper's head moves from side to side as he slowly begins to wake up again. He blinks a few times before his eyes settle on me. The corner of his lips tug up in a smile. "Do you ever leave me?"

I shake my head. "No."

"I've waken up three times since last night and I'm pretty sure you've been in the same position." Jasper motions to the seat I had brought over to be able to sit beside him comfortably.

I shake my head. "I'm okay."

Jasper reaches for my hand. "Do you want me to get better?"

"Of course!"

"Then go outside or something." Jasper shoos me away. My jaw nearly hits the floor. "You're going to make me worry about you. When was the last time you ate?"

"I'm not hungry."

"When was the last time you ate?"

I frown, trying to remember. "I don't know."

"Go eat."

"Jasper-"

He tilts his head to the other side in the direction that Octavia is. "Can you kick her out for me?"

Octavia smirks and climbs to her feet.

"Jasper, are you kidding me?" I gawk.

"Go eat and don't come back for a few hours." Jasper nods.

I climb to my feet before Octavia can reach me. "You're ridiculous." I head for the ladder, only stopping when I pass by Octavia. "Keep an eye on him please."

"Of course."

As soon as I climb down the ladder, Octavia shuts the door to their level, most likely to keep me locked out. I roll my eyes at my brother's behavior. We're both, apparently, too stubborn for our own good. Monty is against a panel in the wall with a wristband in hand.

"Who's wristband?" I ask him before I step out of the dropship.

"Clarke's."

I frown. Why would she take her wristband off? She was so adamant about keeping it on. "She took it off?"

Monty nods. He's too focused on the electrical panel to pay any more attention to me. With a final glance in his direction, I walk towards the curtain of the dropship to step outside. Outside, many people are carrying large logs around the camp to the perimeter of the camp to start building a wall. I must say, Bellamy had a brilliant idea when he thought that it would make all of us safer if we were to build a large wall around us. It would help to keep the Grounders out and whatever else was is out there.

The wall is even more important now that one of us was killed last night by a Grounder. I bite down on the inside of my cheek. This morning, Wells was discovered just outside the wall with a stab wound to the neck. No one knows how or when it happened. I don't think I can handle anymore people dying. Wells was a good guy from what I could tell. Aside from making Clarke hate him. He didn't deserve to die, though. None of us do. Except maybe Murphy.

The further I walk away from the dropship, the more I see of people working on different tasks. Some of building weapons, collecting water, starting a fire, finding food, and already building the wall. Even Charlotte is helping out by tying some rope around some logs. I smile as I pass by her.

"Working hard?" I ask her.

Charlotte keeps tying the knots. "I want to help out as much as I can." She tightens the knot and peers up at me. "How's your brother?"