Prisoner 83 | the 100

chapter twenty-seven

The two young women were walking through the concrete hallways, exchanging small talk about random things that had occurred earlier in the day. Hazel complained about how many people she had run into that seemed to just stop and stare at her, as well as Dr. Tsing sending her away when she tried to enter the Hospital Wing. Maya, however, droned on and on about working in quarantine and how boring it was. But while the pale brunette spoke, the medic could not help but notice that her young friend had a smile on her face the entire journey.

"Judging by that grin on your face, I'm guessing you're ready to get rid of me," Hazel interrupted the brunette's tangent about how frustrating work was. Supposedly Dr. Tsing was still bothered by her medical assistant's slacking off the prior day and had subjected her to even less interesting work than she did before.

Maya laughed, snorting as she sarcastically replied, "Yes, I'm just so happy to have my room back."

The dirty blonde shook her head and was about to respond when her friend came to a stop outside of a metal door. Hazel immediately felt her nerves rise, she was anxious to no longer have a roommate, but she was ready for the independence. Hazel had never said anything about it before, but she hated how late Maya would go to sleep. The pale brunette was a dedicated reader, devoting at least two hours to it every night.

"This is it," Maya said as she pushed open the unlocked door. The room was dark when they had entered, but it did not take the females long to find the light switch.

The pale brunette lingered by the door as her newest friend made her way further into the home. Hazel looked around, slightly in a daze as she compared it to the Vie's residence (it was much less cozy and homey feeling). The medic prepared for a brief flashback, hoping that the sight of her new home would remind her of her old one. But the flashback never came. She could hear Maya rambling about how the water pressure might be mediocre because no one had occupied the space in a while (supposedly the space belonged to an elderly man who had passed away a few months before) but Hazel focused on the feeling of frustration that consumed her.

She wanted to remember—Hazel wanted to know what she had done the week prior, and who she had been with. Did she have friends? And what about her family, did she have siblings?

Hazel did not know.

"So," the messy haired brunette's voice finally caught her attention as she asked, "what do you think?"

The dirty blonde had been facing the other way, which she was grateful for. Hazel did not want to be caught crying over the memories she thought she would never get back. Maya had already tried talking some sense into her about remaining positive that her short-term amnesia would fade soon. She wiped under her eyes once before turning around and forcing a smiling while commenting, "It's big."

"Only the best for my best friend," Maya said warmly, receiving a weak smile in return. And it was because they had grown so close that the pale brunette could sense that something was wrong. She walked over to Hazel and asked, "What's wrong?"

Hazel shook her head and tried to brush off her obvious unhappiness, "It's nothing, don't worry about it."

The brunette sighed and said, "Look, I know it's been hard adjusting and—"

"—It's not that, I swear," the medic promised. The teenager shook her head, her eyes gleaming sadly as she gestured for them to sit on the worn-out, leather sofa. Maya waited patiently for her friend to continue, but it was a while before she finally said anything. "Adjusting hasn't been a problem at all. I mean, you and your father—and Theo—have been great. It's just," cue the emotional sigh, "I want my old memories back. I want to remember what I had for dinner last week, where I lived—do I have a family? Or boyfriend, or even a fucking girlfriend?"