Humming Bird Lexa/You/Clarke story

Secret Marks

Clarke's Pov:

After speaking to my mom about a possible cold virus circling the camp, I made my way out of the clearing and into the woods for supplies. We need a few extra herbs to make a medicine that will help stop the bug from spreading any more.

I am currently making my way back to camp, a sack half full of leaves and roots slung over my shoulder. I stop by one of the clear water rivers that we have around the camp to take a break and hydrate. The sounds of the flowing water and wildlife resonate above a small clearing by the river.

I wonder why we haven't heard a thing from the mountain men. I sit down on a cool mossy rock just off the bank of the river, dropping the sack to the ground beside me and taking my sketchbook out of my pack. I look around the clearing I am in to see what exactly I feel like drawing. 

There are about five main rivers that almost completely surround Hiraeth, along with many smaller ones branching from them scattered around the undergrowth. We use the main five to make a sort of boundary of where our camp's territory ends so that we are similar to the other clans. 

I scan around the river looking for some kind of inspiration. I pause when I see a beautiful bird land on a rock not far from me. I open my sketchbook and start to draw, following the waves and wisps of color that dance along this little bird's feathers. I sigh in disappointment when the little bird flies off unexpectantly; I was only able to outline the body and start to detail the pattern along its head.

As I am trying to sketch down what I could remember of the bird and its pattern, I realize I am not just hearing the sound of the river and birds anymore. I stop drawing and look around as I hear a calm hum coming from up the bank. I close my sketchbook with the pencil inside and grab my belongings, slowly tiptoeing closer to the humming. I cannot help but smile at the possibility that this is a hummingbird as I climb a small hill to get a better look.

Though I am slightly disappointed to find that there is no hummingbird, I am highly intrigued to see that Y/n is in the river. She is standing a little off from the bank in the water, it is about knee high on her body. Her clothes lay spread out on a sunny rock a few steps away. I bite my lip as I take in her body. She still has her bra and underwear on, not that the thong she is wearing is really hiding much. Her lean arms glide up and down her body, gently splaying water onto her sunkissed skin. I see a tattoo climb its way up her spine as she washes, a small symbol on her shifting shoulder blade. Her toned legs switch from time to time on which is standing and which is bending, her bubble butt jiggles and sits posed on each limb. 

I listen and am not surprised to find the light hum coming from her direction. Light and soulful, the tuneless tune carries itself in the passing breeze. I slowly move closer to her in hopes of possibly hearing her unspoken words through her tune. As I near I notice a lot of bruises and cuts on her body. There is a huge cluster of bruises forming on the side of her torso. I take a moment to watch her movement and notice her eyes flinch a little as she used the muscles from the bruised area.

I get distracted as I look at her upper right thigh, seeing a simple flower tattoo rise and circle around her hip and inner thigh.  I continue to look as she moves and get a clearer look at her legs and see more bruises along both, but mainly on the left one by her knee. Someone attacked her, I scan her body to try and recognize the bruise pattern, translating it into fighting moves.

She has several cuts on her arms and stomach, along with several bright bruises on her neck, where I follow the glow of a gold chain down to her bra, a small gold pendant at the end half tucked in her bra. I thought the bruises on her neck continued onto her shoulder, but then notice that it is another tattoo, a strange circle. Her arms have a few bruises here and there, but her hands are swollen to twice their size with bright pink and purple knuckles protruding. Her face looks almost untouched aside from the cut bleeding above her right eyebrow. I can't help but come out of hiding to get a closer look at her wounds. 

"Y/n," I say it calmly, trying not to scare her too much. She squeaks a bit in surprise but relaxes when she sees it's a friend. It takes everything in me not to laugh at the cute reaction. "Hey honey, can I see your wounds?" I watch her bite her lip but stand firmly where she is in the cooling water, the gold pendant shining in the outdoor light.

"I am fine. Thank you though Clarke." She looks anywhere but my eyes and continues to wash. Realizing that I am not going to get her to come to me I start to strip. I put my pack and sack down by her clothes, then remove my socks, shoes and finally my pants. Leaving me only in my underwear. She seems to not react to my shuffling but I notice her shoulders tense as I make my way to her in the water. 

I take her arm and examine the shoulder. "Y/n you could be really hurt. I noticed you wincing whenever you stretch the muscles around these bruises on your ribs." I shift my focus to the side of her torso, noticing as I move down her arm a small mark on the inside of her wrist. I ignore it and keep to the task at hand, lightly poking her torso. I physically see her entire body tense up and look up in time to see her try to hide a wince of pain on her face. I wrap my arms under her shoulders and pull her out of the water.

"Clarke. I am fine." She's persistent. Stubborn. "You have more important things to worry about than a few bruises." I may not know Y/n extremely well, but I know enough about her to know that she will not tell someone when she is actually hurt or injured. For some reason, she always makes an excuse to leave last minute before a checkup or says that there is someone else who needs the medical attention more. 

I look around and see she has a towel under her clothes and grab it. I wipe off my legs then hand it to her, waiting patiently as she reluctantly grabs the towel and wipes off her own legs. I pull my pants on, struggling a bit when I get to my thighs and butt. Then I grab my stuff and sit on the rock as I watch her more delicately put on her pants. I bite my lip as I notice her also having issues getting her butt cheeks in her pants. She slides her shirt on then her roughed jacket. Leaning down she puts her socks on and then shoes but doesn't tie them and stands up ready to walk.

I look her up and down, "Are you not going to tie your shoes?" She just shrugs and bites her lip as she puts the soiled towel over the shoulder that has the circle tattoo. 

"Do you need help carrying anything?" I pause a second to take in her form. With the way she is standing, I can see her favoring her left leg. She also put the towel on the opposite side of the bruised torso, meaning she used the other side's muscles to move the towel over her shoulder and is not using the bruised side normally. I shake my head at her question, "let's get back to camp. I need to dress your wounds and make sure you're not hurt too bad."