Clarke had spent most of the night watching the moon's progress across the small part of her tent that she deliberatly left open so as she can observe the moon like a silver coin rolling across the clear surface of the night sky. She couldn't sleep. All she kept thinking about was how she was going to convince Bellamy to let them go to mount weather for the supplies. Ever since they landed, Bellamy had been a sort of a leader to them, well he was more of a bully and an ass most of the time but they listened to him. He'd shown bravery and fearlessness and that earned him respect from the other kids. Clarke liked that about him.
She went around the camp but Bellamy was nowhere to be found and she began to panic. "What if the grounders had kidnapped him?" She thought to herself.
"There you are," It was Finn who interrupted her thoughts of Bellamy.
"Hey," she managed with a smile that didn't quiet meet her eyes. She really needed to find Bellamy.
"Everything okay," questioned Finn with a worried look in his eyes. " Is Jasper—
Clarke quicky cut him off knowing what he was about to ask, " Jasper is doing great, the medication's working, he should be up and running in no time". This time she said this with a genuine smile.
"Listen, I...was—" Clarke was interrupted by shouts that came from the gate. She quickly glanced at Finn and they both ran towards the gate.
Clarke was immediately washed over with relief as she saw who was causing the commotion. She couldn't help but stare at the figure that he was carrying. An unconscious girl who seemed to have knocked her head pretty hard. "Who is she?" Clarke wondered.
"Clarke, she could really use your help," there it was again, his deep voice, piercing through her thoughts like a sharp knife. Ever since they landed, Clarke and Bellamy had only exchanged a few words but Clarke couldnt help but think of how his voice sounded like melody in her ears.
" Found her in a rocket that crash landed, think she's got a concussion," explained Bellamy.
Clarke nodded and started taking a look at the girl.
"She has a concussion, she must have hit her head pretty hard but she'll live," began Clarke who had approached Bellamy outside the dropship.
"Okay" mumbled Bellamy.
"Okay??" repeated Clarke, irritation written all over her face.
Bellamy turned at Clarke, clearly irritated too, "what do you want me to say, Clarke?"
"I don't know" said Clarke.
Bellamy stared at Clarke not with anger but something else in his eyes that Clarke couldn't quiet figure out. Before she could say another word, Bellamy turned on his heels and left her startled.
