Humming Bird Lexa/You/Clarke story

Sister Care

Y/n's pov:

I wake up to the brightness of the sun seeping through my eyelids. The blinding light making it impossible for me to try to slip back into darkness for more rest.

I shift my weight up as I prop myself on my elbows and look down at my horribly swollen knee. A small tug of pain shoots through my neck as I attempt to stretch. Releasing a sigh I begin to try to make my way to a standing position, allowing my body to slip off the bed and using my upper body to keep pressure off of my lower half. 

Attempting to bend down to pick up my fallen journal, I nearly fall to the ground as I painstakingly lean sideways at an increasingly slow pace. Whether my knee hurt or not is not my concern, I was unable to pick inkberries yesterday and need to make at least an attempt at them. If I go now before Clarke and Lexa, and frankly, most of the camp is awake there will be less of a possibility of repercussions. 

I shift my weight onto my swollen left knee to try and comfortably stand upon it, only to be doubled down in pain as it spasms from the use. As I place my journal upon my tattered sheets I shift myself towards my storage bin in hopes of finding a wrap to compress my knee with. My walking labors me to the point where I lean upon the bin to catch my breath before standing upright and opening it.

With a few shuffled swifts of my hands, I find an old bandana which I quickly wrap around my knee with no mercy. 

"And where exactly do you think you are going?" My heart stops as I hear a familiar voice. I look up at Octavia to see her standing at my tent door with Clarke beside her. "I told you she would try." Clarke rolls her eyes, clearing annoyed and angry that I wouldn't listen, but who would I be if I didn't work for myself? "Ya, well...," she shifts pass Octavia and makes her way over to me, her blue eyes sending chills down my spine, "let's get back in bed Y/n." I freeze under her stare feeling myself thinking towards digging my own grave, I shake my head. Octavia laughs as she watches Clarke slink closer to me, anger flaming her blue orbs. I try to back up and end up on the ground, catching myself with my arms as I roughly fall on my ass.

Clarke stands before me and leans down, a smug smirk on her lips. She tilts her head to the side while her soft hand glides along my jawline, "I think you should get back into bed, don't you?" My heart starts to pound in my ears as I listen to the control of her voice and in her actions as she realizes she has full control over me. I nod my head yes, not even realizing that I am agreeing with her. The smirk stays on her lips as she bends down and picks me up to a standing position. She tugs my arm over her shoulder and practically drags me back into bed, I stare at the floor trying to ignore the amused look shining on Octavia's annoying face.

She flops me down on the bed and grabs my journal that had fallen in with the sudden movement. I look out the window to try and hide my frustration from the blonde. 

I am happy she cares and all, but I've been alone my whole life. I've only had acquaintances, the blonde and Octavia included. I am not sure why now they seem to have a fascination with me, or at least Clarke and Lexa do. I shift my body on the bed gritting my teeth at the pain from my knee. I feel her hands on my body as she inspects my bruises and cuts. She pushes my head back slightly where I am met with Octavia's stupid smirking face. I attempt to roll my eyes but am hit with pain as she seems to almost dissect my neck.

"Clarke, I think you're hurting her," the smirk doesn't leave Octavia's face, she has always loved a little pain. I gasp as she pushes a little harder. Even with my eyes closed, I am sure I can see Octavia's smirk grow. "Clarke..." I attempt to rasp out, "I am fine." I shut my mouth to stop a scream as I feel poking at my knee. "Your knee looks worse Y/n." I angle my head away from the girls and towards the window, the light from the window lighting up my eyelids that are now glued shut. Maybe if I pass out they'll leave. I release a shaky bit of laughter at my ridiculous idea; the pain ceasing enough for my eyes to open. Both girls' eyes on me. 

"What?" I try hard to not pout, hating them staring at me. I am meant for the background, not for the attention. I roll my eyes as they do not answer and move to lean on my elbows which I am quickly pushed back down from. I look slightly cross at Octavia whose face has turned slightly serious, "You need to stay off feet." I feel my body shrink at the almost sisterly tone she speaks with. I can hear the concern in her voice. I look at her with pleading eyes, "I have to do things for myself, O. You cannot keep me here." Her face still stiff, but I can see in her eyes she will not budge. I look down to at Clarke who is rumbling through her knapsack for something.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way Y/n," I move to look back at Octavia. "I can stay here all day and babysit, I am fine with that," I squint my eyes at her trying to see what she's playing at. "Is that the hard way," my chin up to her to show her I'm not backing down. 

"No," I break my staring contest with Octavia to look at Clarke who is pulling a cloth out of her knapsack. She leans over to the ground and puts her bag down replacing it in her hand is an old dusted bottle. "What's that?" I look at Clarke confused. Her jaw is tensed as she stares at me. I sense her seriousness as she comes closer to my head. "Choose, will you be good and let us take care of you or you can take a whiff of this." My eyes grow wide a bit as I realize what's in the bottle, I try to hide my shock while I stare her down.

"Clarke... I am fine." I calm my voice to be small, her eyes soften when she sees she may be frightening me. She sighs quietly and undoes the cap of the bottle. I drop my facade immediately and put my hands to her wrist. "Okay, okay. I will cooperate." I say it above a whisper as I look at my leg, not wanting to make eye contact anymore. They have better things to do than to take care of me. I bite my lip. In the corner of my eyes, I see her recap the bottle and grab her knapsack to put back her belongings.

"Glad we're on the same page," I hear shuffling as she clears her throat, "I will be back around noon until then you and Octavia will be hanging out." I nod not too disappointed to be hanging out with Octavia like we used to when we first came to the ground. I sigh and stare up at the ceiling of the roof. I am never going to get some more ink berries.