Prisoner 83 | the 100

chapter fourteen

When Clarke, Bellamy, Finn, and the others had returned, they brought a tense atmosphere with them. Hazel was waiting for their return in the red and white tent, not knowing when Bellamy would enter. She wanted to continue their conversation from before he had gone off to meet with the Grounders—this time being sober. The dirty blonde couldn't tell what she was feeling. She wanted to be mad, but she had blown off most of her anger when she was talking to Miller.

Somehow, after the group had left to meet with the Grounders, Hazel ended up in a conversation with a very, very drunk Miller. He began reminiscing about the old times on the Ark when trying to cheer the dirty blonde up, which somehow worked, before they began talking about why she was so upset in the first place. Hazel poured her heart out to the male and he sat and listened to the entire thing, giving feedback when necessary (he agreed with everything she was saying to make her feel better) as well as letting her cry it out on his shoulder. So, because of Miller, Hazel couldn't be angry. She couldn't cry either—seeing as she had dried out her water ducts on Miller's black shirt—which she decided was a good thing.

So there she sat, in Bellamy's large tent waiting for him to arrive. She was trying to think of what she would say when she heard a loud crashing noise.

Others around her stuck their heads out of their own tents, looking off in the distance in confusion. It sounded like something had crashed, and by the shaking of the ground, Hazel assumed it came from the sky—the Ark.

The dirty blonde saw Clarke walk into camp, followed by Bellamy. The others that were with them seemed to have already entered because Bellamy gave the hand signal to close the gate. She rushed toward her blonde roommate, asking, "What was that? What just happened? Is everyone okay—are you hurt?" Her conversation that she wanted to have with a Bellamy was completely forgotten as her doctor instincts took over.

"The Exodus ship crashed," Clarke explained, pushing past the older female and leaving her with Bellamy. The blonde slightly remembered her friend's mood from earlier and decided that Hazel was no longer drunk and upset. Instead, she seemed like her usual, sober self.

The curly haired brunette watched as Hazel's face fell, also acknowledging that she was no longer drunk. He started to walk over to check in on her and apologize for his harsh words from earlier when Hazel suddenly bolted after Clarke and disappeared into their shared tent. Bellamy could only assume Hazel went to pester the blonde about what had happened with the Grounders and if she had any more information on the Exodus ship.

Bellamy sighed before entering his own tent, and when he flopped down on his bed, he noticed it was warm. And remembering Hazel had been the closest one to his tent when the group had returned, the brunette assumed she had been in there waiting for him. Why, he didn't know. It made him uncomfortable to think about. What did she want to talk to me about?

"Hey!" Hazel shouted as she hurried after her short, blonde friend. "Griffin, slow down!"

When she finally caught up to her, they were in their tent and Hazel was out of breath. "Tell me," she panted heavily, "what happened."

Clarke shook her head as she dropped into a sitting position on her bed, holding her head in her hands. Then, she began to cry. Hazel rushed to her side, and began to soothingly rub the girl's back, "Shh. Don't cry, tell me how I can help. What can I do?"

"Nothing," the blonde wailed, her body shaking as she cried even harder. Hazel grimaced at the sound, never having heard such a noise from her roommate. Clarke never cried, her leadership roll practically prevented her from doing so. The others couldn't see her like this, the blonde had to be strong for them. Hazel recognized this and took her being there for Clarke as a true sign of friendship. She trusted Hazel enough to let her see her in the worst possible state she could be in.