The 100 Imagines & Preferences

She's hurt |Finn Collins

Imagine requested by -bobsmorley

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"Kat! Kat, stay awake honey. Stay awake." Finns voice filled your half conscious mind, his figure blurry. "Don't go to sleep, I'm going to get you back to camp, back to Clarke."

Your mind slipped into unconsciousness as Finn picked you up, holding you close to his body. He walked fast, practically ran ahead of everyone to get back to camp. Yells erupted from the delinquents on the wall, the gate swinging open. Finn immediately broken off from the group, running towards the dropship.

"Clarke! Clarke, she's hurt help, please." He breathed, the girls eyes widened. She gestured him over, telling him to place you on the table. It seemed like hours, hours of Finn sitting by your side and Clarke cleaning your wounds.

You had finally woken up in the comfort of yours and Finns tent. The boy was passed out on the ground beside of you, sleeping silently. A smile twitched onto your lips, raising a shaky hand and pushing his hair back. He groaned lowly, shifting in his sleep, before his eyes fluttered open.

"Kat." He smiled, slowly sitting up. "You okay, honey?" He gently grabbed your hand, fingers interlocking. He brought your hand up to his lips, placing a light kiss over one of your scars.

"Another day on the ground." You shrugged, smiling down at him. "Come here." Your lip poked out, Finn grinning at you as he slid into the bed besides of you. He pulled the blanket to the side, laying down next to you, but not daring touch you. "I'm not made of glass, Finn."

He laughed lowly at your remark, gently placing an arm over your waist as you leaned your head on his chest. Finn kissed the top of your head, fingers tracing the old scar on your hips.

"I thought I lost you." He breathed, voice barely audible. You leaned up, eyes locked with his saddened ones.

"I need to cut your hair." You muttered, finger ghosting past the locks. He opened his mouth to say something, but playfully rolled his eyes in response. "You aren't getting rid of me, Finn." You placed a light kiss on his lips, smiling at the boy.

"I love you, Kat."

"I love you too, Finn."