Only The Brave- The 100

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Margaret no longer knew how to turn off. She was constantly thinking about work; building the wall, finding safe food and water for the delinquents, anything to ignore all of the problems going on in the great big world around her. Clarke Griffin, who had actively been avoiding the girl since finding Jasper, even took notice of this, and began urging the girl to rest. 

The two had currently found themselves secluded on the bottom level of the drop ship, Murphy having finally convinced the girl to have somebody who knew what they were doing look over her burns from the acid fog.

"You're lucky this isn't infected. I mean, the bruising is coming up kind of dark, almost black but it's nothing too serious... it could have killed you keeping quite about this Margaret." Clarke explained, delicately wrapping the wound in some left over material she had found, making Margaret huff and roll her eyes.  

"Yeah, well keeping quiet is kind of what I do." Earning a stern look from the blonde. "You can't afford to do that anymore. Don't be like your father." Clarke's words caught her off guard, what in the world did she mean by that?

"Excuse me?" Margaret scoffed, feeling rather offended and off guard under the blonde's watchful gaze. 

"He and my mother apparently used to be close. She told me that after what happened with your Mom, he completely shut everyone out, became way too focused on the council and work that it completely consumed him. Now I don't know what's happening with you right now, but don't think I haven't noticed you slaving away any second you can get. I'm not going to ask you why your blood and the bruising looks like that, but just know it's okay to take some time to yourself if you really need it."

Margaret Kane was shocked for a lack of a better word, as she sat mouth agape- dumbfounded. Clarke had seen right through her, and it almost seemed as if she had cared for the girls wellbeing, but the blonde's lecture wouldn't be enough to convince Margaret to open up. It would take much more than a small 'motivational speech' to make any difference. 

Margaret shook off these thoughts and everyone of Clarke's words, putting her jacket back over her shoulders.

"Thank you, really but... I'm fine. See you later." Margaret's steps were quick to exit the drop ship, not sparing a glance behind her, and closing her eyes to sigh heavily as soon as she made it down the ramp and felt the sun on her face. 

She looked over the crowd of bustling teenagers, working on the wall even more erratic and energetic than usual. The recent news of Wells' passing has made people grow afraid of what was out in the forests and the wall was consequentially getting built far quicker.

"Hey, anything I can do to help out?" Margaret mumbled, approaching Murphy who had been overlooking the entire operation. His dark features softened when he looked at the girl, shaking his head. "Nah, I've got everything under control Maggie. You-uh, you take a break today, alright?"

With sealed lips, Margaret forced a smile on her face, before parting from the boy and feeling as lost and useless as ever. She couldn't rest, if she did she would be consumed by her thoughts, and that was dangerous. So from then on, the Kane girl had spent the majority of her morning walking back and forth a couple of times between camp and a river no far out, with a large bucket in her hands. She tried her best to ignore the sounds of Murphy essentially abusing the rest of the camp, but alas he wasn't exactly discrete. 

Today had made her realise the large difference between Murphy and John. John is the boy who held her at night while she wept and would hold her hand when she would anxiously fiddle with her fingers. Murphy however is the criminal bossing everybody about, and throwing punches in any which direction.