The 100 Imagines

Healer (Octavia)

You were Indra's personal healer that she'd brought with her when she left her village to serve the next commander. You hadn't quite ft in with your family, them being warriors assumed their child would follow after them but you just weren't the violent type. Yes but it wasn't unheard of, it would've been worse if you were born with the blood of the commanders, nightblood. Those with it were snatched away from their families, their homes to go and train in the capital, Polis. Your little brother was.

Your parents were so proud of him and completely ignored you, the black sheep of the family. But you loved your brother and being Indra's healer meant you spent a lot of time in the capital with her and Lexa. Lexa gave you updates on your little brother's training, he had quickly become the strongest and Lexa expected Aiden to be the next commander.

You walked into Indra's tent, she had told you that one of her seconds were wounded and you were to heal them. You entered and saw her, she was much prettier than most people, her face free of scars but not of paint.

Then you realised who it was, it was the sky girl. The only one worthy of becoming a warrior like most, you figured out what you were going to say in your head as you had previously been told. Skaikru spoke English.

"Hello," You approached her slowly, noticing the wound on her arm, "Indra sent me to heal you."

You approached her cautiously, it was common for warriors to used their instincts and accidentally attack healers and you'd experienced it first hand with many.

"You speak English?" She grunted in surprise.

"Yes, Indra taught me," You ducked your head, decoding it was safe you hurried up to her.

You grabbed some bandages and began wrapping them around the wound, "Ow," The girl hissed.

"You'll live," Your lips twitched in amusement.

"Thanks, Doc," She chuckled darkly, "I'm Octavia by the way."

You looked up at the dark haired girl in confusion, not many warriors gave her enough respect that they actually told her their names. Most healers doubled as fighters but she didn't and that made the rest of society look down upon her.

"I'm Y/n," You gave her a nod and asked a question that was itching your brain, "Are you really from the sky?"

"Yep," She said, looking like she'd father forget what of was like but you curiosity got the better of you.

"What's it like in the sky?" You asked.

"It sucks," She began dusting herself off, getting up to return to the battlefield, "I lived under the floor."

"Why."

She gave you a smirk as she was about to leave, "Because I'm not supposed to be alive."