Prisoner 83 | the 100

chapter seventeen

It had been two days since the sickness had finally passed and Hazel had nothing to do. Everything had been good lately on the health front, along with other things. The dirty blonde doctor didn't know if it was a good thing or not. Obviously not needing a medic was good news, but she had a terrible feeling in her gut that was telling her that this was only the calm before the storm. Besides, healing people and dealing with her doctor-ish stuff distracted her from her thoughts.

What, or whom, those thoughts—they were more like fantasies and dreams and regrets—were about, she refused to admit to herself.

And because she didn't want to think about those thoughts, she bothered Raven instead. The two were in Raven's tent, where the Latina mostly worked rather than lived. The brunette used to sleep in Finn's tent but since they had broken up, she was switching off crashing in Hazel's tent and other's.

The two girls were discussing the mechanic's odd sleeping arrangement for a while. But they weren't really having a two sided conversation. Hazel just continued to pester her brunette friend about where she was spending the night while Raven worked on her bullets. She had gotten very good at ignoring Hazel. It didn't bother the dirty blonde, though. She just needed to be thinking about someone else's problems rather than her own.

But the chill atmosphere changed as Hazel's half brother walked in and casually asked, "What's for dinner?"

The two girls exchanged awkward glances, both obviously uncomfortable. Raven didn't look up as she cleared her throat softly and answered, "Split loads, turning one bullet into two. It's all I can do until we get more gunpowder. Jasper has a recipe." Hazel watched with a raised brow as her friend continued to ramble about things that neither her nor Finn understood. "Yesterday I saw him taking buckets from the latrine. . . I didn't ask."

Finn glanced quickly at his sister who avoided making eye contact, "Is one of those for me?"

Hazel's eyes widened. Why did he say that? He just made it so much more uncomfortable.

As Raven went to answer, Hazel shot up from her seat and left the tent, mumbling about how she was going to see what Murphy and Miller were up to.

Unfortunately, Miller was in the middle of a shift guarding the perimeter, so Hazel had to stay as far from the wall as possible. The wall was not her territory, it was someone else's—someone who she was adamant on avoiding. Someone she promised that she would stay away from. So, instead of waiting around to be ambushed by that someone, Hazel went off to find Murphy.

It didn't take her long to find him, seeing as someone had yelled "Fire!" and she spotted her best friend running out of the smokehouse that happened to now be lit with blazing flames. Hazel jogged towards him, wanting to see if there was any medical attention required along with giving in to her curiosity. "This is all your fault! We told you it was too much wood," Murphy growled as he approached Del.

"Get the hell away from me," Del spat, not having become one of Murphy's sympathizer since the lanky boy was allowed to stay in camp.

Hazel stepped in between the two boys at the same time as Bellamy—fuck. "Hey! Hey! Hey, stop! Save it for the Grounders." Murphy didn't move until Hazel placed her hand on his shoulder, gripping it tightly as if to tell him to stand down. He wouldn't win against Bellamy, it wasn't worth it and he would just end up dead or re-banished from camp.

Octavia had been in the smokehouse too and coughed a bit before asking, "Well, now what the hell are we gonna do? That was all the food." Her words caused Hazel's shoulders to slump in defeat, we're all gonna starve because Del was being stupid. A sudden hand gently placed itself on her shoulder and Hazel slowly looked from the hand to the person whom it belonged to. She gave the curly haired brunette a small, awkward smile before 'getting distracted' by Murphy 'who suddenly needed medical attention' (at least that was the medic's excuse for shrugging Bellamy's hand off of her shoulder). The dirty blonde pretended not to see the glare Murphy sent her or the confused look that spread across Bellamy's face.