Prisoner 83 | the 100

chapter sixteen

After burying the bodies of those who had fallen due to the plague, Hazel focused all of her strength on helping others and getting healthy. She still had a sore throat and cough, but she accurately assumed that it was no more than a common cold.

The others seemed to be doing better. Especially Murphy. The once-banned delinquent had been nothing but helpful since his unfavorable return. As much as everyone tried to deny it, it seemed as if the lanky brunette had changed for the better. He was doing more work than most and pulled his weight in any way that he could, though no one felt comfortable with him handling one of their automatic weapons.

Since his return, Murphy, Miller, and Hazel had strengthened their close bond. They were back to joking around and teasing each other as if they were still in Anatomy class on the Ark. The trio spent as much time together as possible, which had been hard seeing as they all had separate jobs to do. Murphy doing whatever he could to prove himself, Miller on the wall, and Hazel tending to her patients in the dropship.

Everything seemed to be going steady. There was no news about the Grounders and besides the fact that it was slightly overcast outside, the day had been almost normal.

The reunited trio had spent breakfast together, stealing bites of each other's rations and laughing at Harper—she had become quite the day drinker. After breakfast was over, they split off to their different jobs. But since Bellamy had slept in, Murphy had no assignment. So, he joined Hazel in the dropship and watched as she worked her magic on the remaining diseased portion of the hundred.

"I should probably head out," Murphy said as he glanced toward the exit. "Bellamy's probably looking for me to give me some other worthless job, like usual."

Hazel turned away from Brendan, who had been "coughing" all morning (Murphy had a theory that the auburn haired male was just trying to get the medic's attention for reasons other than medicine), and looked to her best friend. "It's not worthless, Murph. We've all got jobs to do." She tucked a few flyaway strands of hair behind her ears before continuing, "Some are just worse than others."

"No shit," Murphy grumbled before starting toward the exit.

The dirty blonde shook her head and laughed before turning back to a healthy-looking Brendan. She squatted down in front of him and put the back of her hand against his smooth forehead. "No fever. You're not vomiting and you seem to be doing okay," Hazel frowned as she reached down to check the male's pulse. "Your heart rate is a bit erratic. . ."

The medic scrunched up her face in confusion as she tried to figure out what was causing the boy such a heavy cough. She closed her eyes to think, not noticing as Bellamy entered the dropship. While her eyes were closed, the curly haired brunette did not fail to observe how Brendan's eyes seemed to be trained on the skin revealed by Hazel's low-cut top.

"Hey doc," he suddenly spoke. "Check his crotch—I'm sure you'll see why he's got such a bad 'cough.'"

And sure enough, when Hazel looked down at the teenager's lower region, she realized what was going on. She immediately backed away in disgust, "What the fuck—"

Bellamy then ordered, "Get back to work, Herber."

Brendan quickly exited the room, turning bright red as he avoided the look of disgust the medic was sending him. The two watched him leave, both not knowing how to react to the situation.

"Boys are so gross," Hazel finally decided, not looking at Bellamy as she tossed the cloth she had been using to pat Brendan's head into a bucket full of dirty water. It splashed near the curly haired brunette's muddy shoes, making him scowl.

Hazel laughed at his expression before grabbing the bucket and walking it over to the exit. She groaned at the weight, her muscles still weaker than she would like them to be.