Prisoner 83 | the 100

chapter fifty-one

The gash in his forehead was not big, but it was still a head wound so it needed to be taken seriously. Hazel was just finishing giving the male stitches as he concluded the reason behind his bloody head. It seemed as if the Mount Weather memorial had gone south because it was a member of the Ark who had lost control and attacked Lincoln.

"I can't believe you aren't pressing charges, that's ridiculous. He attacked you!"

Lincoln knew that the medic would react in this way. He was reluctant in coming to see her for that exact reason, but he was smart enough to realize that his wound needed to be tended to. The dark-skinned male sighed before explaining, "And if I press charges, there will be even more of a reason for your people to hate mine. Skaikru just joined the Coalition, which means that we are supposed to be at peace with one another. I will not get in the way of that."

The two stared at each other for a moment, willing the other to see their side. Finally, Hazel caved. She knew the male was right, they wanted and needed peace. If the grounders were there to protect them from any attacks from Azgeda, then all of Skaikru needed to come to terms with that. Hazel just hated how her friend had to be stuck in the middle of it all.

"You're a martyr, Lincoln. You should know that," she eventually replied. The dirty blonde began setting the tools she had stolen from medical into a tray that was filled with sterile water.

He only shook his head in response, refusing to accept the compliment he was given. Lincoln believed he deserved no adoration, which Hazel and Octavia always bestowed upon him. He was like a savior of some sort in their eyes.

In order to change the subject, the male distracted his friend by asking, "So why weren't you there to defend me? Not that you could, anyway."

Hazel scoffed, "Rude. I wasn't there to save your ass because I was busy."

"I just woke your ass up, cut the shit."

The dirty blonde froze and slowly moved her eyes to look at Lincoln, who looked way too serious compared to the words that escaped his mouth. She could hardly believe her ears and thought that her mind was playing tricks on her. Never in a million years did she ever expect him to speak like that. It seemed like spending time with her and Skyla was rubbing off on him.

Lincoln noticed just how weird his words sounded coming from his own mouth and quickly muttered, "That never happened."

The medic gave a slow nod in response, still unsure of how she was supposed to respond to his slip of character. She decided to ignore it and bring the conversation to a more serious level. Hazel knew she could trust Lincoln, seeing as he had been there for her countless times over the past few months.

"I didn't go because it felt wrong. If we were to have a memorial for the three-hundred people who died four months ago, I would have been there. But to remember the people who died and not include Maya in the ceremony, or even Theo. . . it's not right."

The grounder listened quietly as she continued.

"Don't get me wrong, we should still remember Farm Station and pay our respects, but the original members of Mount Weather deserve to be remembered, too. They lived there for longer than just a week and it was wrong of us to move into the facility." Hazel moved over to the small mirror they had in the room she shared with Raven and began to undo her braid. She focused on pulling the three sections apart as she opened up further, "I know that the mountain men hurt you and your people for years, but they had been doing fine until we came down from the sky. And so were you guys. I can't even imagine how many friends and family members of yours were killed when Clarke pulled that lever in the dropship. Everyone was doing so much better before the Ark decided to ship a hundred teenagers down here to die.