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"Octavia?"
Jasper stands outside of Octavia's tent awkwardly. He would knock, only it's a tent and there's literally nothing solid to knock on, so he just kind of stands there fumblingly with his hands gripped behind his back. He feels like there's hair caught in the back of his windpipe because he can't stop clearing his throat; he feels like such an idiot. It's just -- well, he was worried, she hadn't shown up for dinner and no one else has heard from her since the morning. And it's not that he was going around asking everyone if they'd seen her or anything -- it just happened to come up with Monty and several others when they were standing around the fire. And, well, Jasper being Jasper,... He had to make sure she was still okay.
"Hey -- Octavia, it's me, okay? Can I come in for -- for just a second to talk?" He tries, again; his voice practically drenched in concern and a gross motherly like worry that he didn't even know that he had in him. There's no answer, again, and he knows that she's in there since he can hear a kind of shuffle of blankets, so he takes it as a hint that she just doesn't want to see him.
She's probably still a little pissed off about the whole bridge situation between him and the Grounders, and he gets it,... but Harper and Monroe are staring at him from the bonfire and he's pretty sure their talking about him, so Jasper's definitely starting to feel like a total creep. He looks from them to the tent, again, and shakes his head. "Alright - it's cool, I get it..." He shrugs. "Uhm, okay, just. Just come find me later if you want to talk, okay? I'll -- uhm. I'll see you later, Octavia, whenever you're ready for me. So. Okay. Bye."
Jasper turns to walk away. He takes a step and even feels a twig snap beneath the weight of his feet before he hears a groan from inside of the tent. And it's not, like, a groan someone makes when their sleeping, it's more of a painful-someone-needs-to-help-me kind of groan that makes the brunette boys stomach turn. He looks back at the tent and stands absolutely still - not to make a single noise.
He counts to five, and then, "O-Octavia?"
"... Jasper...?"
He turns with no hesitation; her voice just sounds so strained and tired that he can't seem to swallow down the paranoia that something bad is happening to his friend. Jasper steps into her tent and,... there's nothing out of the ordinary?
It's dark and quiet and he sees the bump under the blanket that he's assuming must be Octavia. God, he feels like such a moron; she was probably just waking up and that's why she sounded so tired when she said his name... He was probably waking her up like some over-powering, stalker boyfriend - and he wasn't even her boyfriend! Not even almost!
"Mm. Jasper,"
"Yeah, it's me," He says a little more calmly. She's covering her face with a blanket, and so he squats down at her side to hear her a little better. He's not going to mention it, but there's a weird smell in the tent. Not over-whelming, just. Weird. "Look, Octavia -- I'm really sorry for waking you, I was just freaking out for some reason,... I'll get out of here so you can get back to sleep."
He's about to stand up when her hand shoots out from under the blanket and grabs his wrist. And, holy shit, her hand is cold. She doesn't have a whole lot of strength in her clutch, so he easily turns his wrist out of her grip, but he'd swear her hand was shaking. He looks to her, concerned, "D-did you need me for something else?"
She grunts in response, and he doesn't like the sound of it, so he moves closer -- and that's when he steps in something. He looks down to his boots, and oh god, it's the corn and potatoes Sterling had found and prepared for breakfast... He was standing in her vomit -- she was vomiting?!
Jasper reaches down to move the blanket away from her face and opens his mouth in horrified surprise when he sees just how pale she is. Octavia was shivering like she was cold, and yet her long, usually shiny hair was sticking to her forehead from the sweat. His hand briefly brushes against her cheek when he pulls her blanket down, and he instantly recognizes the same temperature from how freezing cold her hand had been from when she grabbed his wrist.
"Hey, hey -- Octavia, is it a fever - do you have a fever or something?" He leans in closer to her; his hand not moving from the side of her face, instead now he was caressing it. He hopes that maybe somehow this was some sort of comfort to her. He thinks that it might be, when she leans into his touch, thinking that maybe it's because she was so cold and his hands are generally pretty warm...?
"I don't -- I don't know," She swallows. Jasper doesn't miss how her eyes still haven't opened to look at him. "It hurts when I try to move."
"Okay--well, okay, I'll go get Clarke and she can--!"
"No, don't leave me here by myself, please," Her eyes finally open and, wow, Jasper knows that somehow those eyes lost some of their color and usual sparkle. She's so scared; he can hear it in the unstable waver in her voice. "I don't know what's happening to me, but--"
She leans over Jasper in an attempt to avoid him as she starts to vomit again.
Jasper leans back and holds his breath -- that was the weird smell. His dark eyes widen as he watches as Octavia's arms shake as she holds herself up so she doesn't land in her mess. When she's finished she wipes her mouth with the sleeve of her shirt, and just stares down; her breathing going raged and shallow.
Very slowly, and awfully gently, he reaches his arm out and grips her shoulder. "Hey, Octavia, look at me -- I have to go get Clarke, okay? S-she's the only one who can help you,"
Octavia doesn't say anything, just stares at him -- for probably only a few seconds, but it feels like hours to Jasper. He can notice that her breathing evens out a little, but most definitely doesn't go back to normal. "Wh-what if..." She hiccups a cry. "Jasper, what if I die while you're gone?"
It's at that exact moment, at the mention of her dying, that Jasper officially loses his shit.
"N-no, I can't -- I wouldn't --" Jasper runs his tongue hard over his teeth, and it hurts, but so does his chest right now. Without another thought, he digs his arms under her form - making sure to keep her wrapped in the blanket - and he lifts her; holds her close against his chest and lifts her bridal style. She knows what Jasper is doing and instinctively wraps her arms around his neck and digs her face into his shoulder.
If he couldn't bring Clarke to Octavia, he was going to bring Octavia to Clarke. Even if he wasn't the strongest guy around -- not even in this camp; but the adrenalin running through his veins was more than enough to get Octavia somewhere safe.
It hurts a little -- being moved, but it's better than the alternative. Octavia just doesn't want to die all alone.
Jasper makes sure that he's got a good enough grip on her before he hurdles out from the tent and sprints towards the Drop Ship; where he's more than positive Clarke would be found. He knows that not only would Bellamy want to know what was going on with his little sister, but he also knows that right about now -- since Octavia is so scared --, she needs him. So, Jasper screams for Bellamy as he runs towards the Drop Ship for Clarke.
Monty hears Jasper's yelling and follows. Jasper appreciates it immensely because he doesn't want to be selfish or steal the attention or anything, but -- he really needs the support, and maybe a hug, too.
"I spy with my wondering eye --" Jasper side-glances at his surroundings as he walks beside Monty through the forest. Raven's a few feet behind them; he can hear the leaves and twigs shuffle as she steps through all of the foliage. " -- Something that's green."
Monty turns his head towards his friend with an amused grin, "... Is it a tree again?"
Jasper hums a laugh and shakes his head; eyes rolling to look back at Monty a little incredibly. "Are you kidding me? You think I'd really do a tree for the fourth time in a row?"
"Jasper, buddy, are you really asking me this-- ?"
"Alright, alright -- " Jasper throws up a hand in defeat; he smiles, "Fine, it's a tree, I'll give you that... But, you have to figure out which tree."
Monty can't help but chuckle over how Jasper thinks he's really thrown him a curveball this time. He looks to his taller friend, follows the direction he's looking in, and points at a tall red oak in the direction the trio is heading towards. "That tree."
Jasper snaps his fingers and sharply knocks his head to the side in obvious frustration. He gives Monty this look -- and it makes the Asian boy laugh, because despite being the best of friends since,... forever, and the amount of times Jasper does stupid shit and reacts this way -- it's still funny.
"Alright, bro -- I thought we were friends, but friends don't hide their 'i spy' skills from each other, so," The brunette pretends to be betrayed and devastated. He puckers his lips, playfully whacking Monty in the chest, " -- I give up. It's your turn; let your skills shine all you want, you rat."
Monty nods with a grin; he doesn't really actually care about the game, it's just-- keeping Jasper amused? If Jasper is distracted, he's not worrying about getting stabbed by Grounders, which is good, even if it's for only a little while. Monty sleeps in the same tent as Jasper, and if anyone knows how much getting speared still haunts the taller brunette boy, it's Monty.
He clears his throat, "Alright, well, I spy with my-- "
"Oh my god, If you two don't shut up -- the next thing you're going to spy is me murdering you."
Jasper and Monty both stop walking and turn to look back at Raven, who approaches them with a very dangerous glare. As far as she's concerned, this was their only warning; if they don't stop trying to give her a migraine,(and succeeding), she's going in for the jugular.
Jasper sighs dramatically, "C'mon, Raven -- the suns already up, we've been walking for hours," he whines; brown eyes following the girl as she moves closer to the duo. "I'd sell my soul to spy a break for us sometime soon?"
Monty whips an arm out to slap Jasper in his empty stomach with a hallow 'plop'.
"Dude, I wouldn't,... I don't think she's joking about killing us," The shorter boy says to Jasper in a loud whisper.
"Give me a break; I've got smoke in me lungs," Jasper jokes; bringing his thumb and pointer finger together against his lips as he takes a deep breath and pretends like he's smoking a joint.
Raven shakes her head as she passes the two boys; ignoring their cackling laughter in regards to Jasper being stupid. She doesn't say anything to them as she takes the lead, and so after Jasper throws his arm out to make believe like he's throwing the non-existent joint carelessly into the woods, the two share one last smile before they carry on after Raven.
"I honestly cannot figure out how Finn dealt with you two idiots when you hiked to Mount Weather together," She breaks the silence after a few long minutes.
Monty half-shrugs, "He was still in awe over being on Earth at the time. We all were."
Jasper's grin is gone and his face pales when he looks down to watch his boots shuffle through the dead leaves and dry dirt as he walks. He says, very dryly, "Yeah, and what a fun day that turned out to be."
Out of the corner of his eye, Monty shoots Jasper a worried glance. The attack on Jasper -- it was understandably a lot for him to deal with. He'd almost died, was almost murdered, and he was used as live bait... Naturally, especially for someone so young, the brunette didn't usually like to talk about it. Monty, either, actually... He'd witnessed Clarke do some pretty gruesome things to his best friend in order to save him, and honestly, he can't remember a time he'd ever been so terrified of losing someone.
So it was weird to Monty that Jasper had brought it up - twice - in just a few short hours? He wonders if maybe what happened to Octavia jolted the memory of what happened, or maybe he's nervous about going so far outside of camp? No matter the reason, it's still worrisome, so the shorter boy bumps his shoulder against Jasper's. "Jas... - you okay?"
Jasper thins his lips and nods before giving Monty a weak smile. "Yeah, man," he lets out a long breath through his nose; his hand unconsciously rising up to rest fingers against the still healing wound on his chest. "It's just. I mean -- you know. It's always in my head."
Monty just sort of nods at him; still unconvinced, but deciding not to push any further. His eyebrows furrow in thought as he silently looks ahead.
Jasper grins, trying again to reassure his friend, "Dude, c'mon, don't worry about me so much. I swear to god that I'm okay."
"I'm more worried about Raven getting us all lost," Monty says. The statement isn't true at all; he's far more worried about Jasper's PTSD flaring up. He just doesn't really understand that if Raven was the one who was supposed to lead them to the stream the seaweed could be found in,... why was she behind the duo until just a few minutes ago?
"So I'm, like, ten steps ahead of you -- I can still hear you," Raven looks over her shoulder at Monty, whose eyes grow double in size, "We're not lost, alright?" She looks back ahead with a sigh, "I know exactly where we're going."
The trio's path leads to a steep hill. It might be twelve or thirteen feet tall, elevated as all hell, and as much as Monty hopes the three of them could just go around it,... It goes around them as far as the eye can see.
Jasper chuckles at the horrified face Monty makes when he looks the hill up and down. It's just,-- Monty is not a very physical guy. Need him to hack into a super computer, or re-wire an entire processer? Yeah, okay, fine. Run a marathon? Climb this hill? Not so much.
"I guess the only way is up?" Jasper nudges his friend with a laugh.
Monty shakes his head, mouth open in panic, "How does someone even begin to climb something like that?"
"They start with their nails," Raven shoots Monty a toothy grin before leaning forward and digging her fingers into the muddy hill; beginning her climb upwards on all fours. It's almost like climbing a small, slightly slanted mountain. When she's pulling herself up and over the edge, she stays on her knees, looking down at Jasper and Monty who haven't even started. She takes several deep breaths, and smiles, "What'sa matter, boys? Afraid to get a little dirty?"
Jasper makes a 'pfft' sound, leaning forward and doing the same as Raven, while Monty still hangs back.
"No, I'm afraid of making a total ass of myself, if you must know." The shorter of the boys responds with raised eyebrows.
Jasper laughs and reaches up to grab the ledge of the hillside. He doesn't have a whole lot of muscle either, he's afraid to admit, so he grunts as he pulls himself up the rest of the way. Raven helps him a little by grabbing the back of his jacket and making sure that he doesn't fall back downwards.
"C'mon, man, you've got this," Jasper cheers; trying to catch his breath and standing with Raven. "It's not that bad. There's no way around it!"
"Just pretend there's a huge ass monster behind you," Raven tries with a shrug.
Monty takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly through his mouth. He looks from the bottom of the hill, to back up where his friends are standing. He rolls his eyes, "Really, guys?"
"Really, really," Jasper confirms.
The boy standing at the bottom of the hill shakes his head and grunts. Jasper can almost hear him whisper something under his breath about hating him. He hesitates a bit longer, but Monty eventually ends up leaning forward and digs his way towards the top.
"Monty, hurry! The monster is coming closer!" Raven encourages with false concern.
Jasper laughs, pointing aimlessly behind Monty, "Oh sh-- man, it's totally gonna bite you right in the ass if you don't move it!"
Monty hits his forehead against the dirt. "I hate you guys so much."
"I think I see horns -- and a tail!"
"Oh man, it's gotta be like-- thirty or forty feet tall!"
They go on from there, and Monty actually finds strength with their yelling,... mostly because their annoying and he just wants to end it. And so, with one final heave forward, Monty grips the edge of the cliff,-- only his fingers start to slip, and he whispers an, "oh shit", before closing his eyes and preparing himself for the worst.
"Hey, we've got you," Jasper says calmly as Raven and himself grab either of Monty's arms and pull him up to his knees.
Monty pants and nods his head to Raven and Jasper who are both smiling proudly at him.
Raven pats him on the back, "You did good."
"Yeah, hey, we should put together one of those marathons we've read about in the history books," Jasper jokes, just before standing. "I'm sure we'd make at least--... fourteenth, maybe eighteenth place?"
"Good luck on that," Monty stands. Raven grips his arm to help him up since he still looked a little wobbly. "... maybe in the next millennium?"
"Yeah, okay, it's a date," Jasper laughs. Monty and Raven, do, too.
When the trio turns to start on their trail again, they can see right through the trees -- and they see a stream flowing wildly in the distance. Raven can finally start to feel some weight lift off of her shoulders.
She raises an eyebrow to Monty, still smiling, "Still think we're lost?"
He tilts his head, nods, and thins his lips, "Remind me to never doubt you again?"
"Never, ever doubt me - ever - again," Raven laughs and hooks an arm around Monty's neck; holding him tightly against her side and fingers gripping at the loose collar of his t-shirt.
Jasper watches his friends fondly and with a proud smile. Just like the rest of the one hundred delinquents, they've had a hard time, too. Everyone, everywhere -- despite their situation -- they need a moment like this; where you can just mess around and have a good time with your best friends.
"What the hell are you doing all the way over there, goggles?" Raven laughs; her arm outstretched for Jasper to link up to. She's obviously thrown him from his thoughts, because she watches him blink in surprise. She waves her hand to usher him over, "C'mere."
"You're never to leave a woman in waiting, Jas," Monty laughs; still tucked under Raven's arm.
Jasper bows his head and laughs. His eyes roll to look back up at his two friends -- the both of them giving him toothy grins; Raven singing, "y'know you wa~nna" repeatedly.
And so he shakes his head, a grin beaming from his chapped lips, and steps under Raven's ushering arm to allow her to snake it around his neck and tug him against her side.
Raven looks at Jasper and then at Monty; they both tangle an arm around her, too, and so they've formed a chain. She asks, beaming, "... are you two ready to go find some seaweed or what?"
"Are we ever," Monty snorts.
"Lead the way," Jasper smiles and gestures towards the creek with a nod of his head.
And so she does. Keeping her arms tucked securely around the necks of her two favorite stoners, Raven leads the two downhill and towards the stream that Finn and Clarke had described to her.
None of them notice, yet, the dark clouds breezing over them.
Clarke takes a knee and leans over a sleeping Finn to cover him with a warm blanket she'd found stuffed behind wreckage from their crash landing weeks ago. The teenage boy had gone quiet about an hour ago; just after the blond medic had asked him routine questions in regards to any additional symptoms. He complained about his knees and calves aching something awful, and turned away from her; to face the DropShip wall.
The blond stares blankly at the back of Finn's head for just another moment before she stands straight and hears a light 'plop', as something falls against her boot. She looks down and notices a,... pack of cards? Curiously, Clarke bends back down to pick them up. She twirls the ordinarily small, mildly heavy cardboard packaging in her fingers and admires the king and queen picture printed on the front of the box. Was this wrapped in the blanket?, she wonders.
"What's that?"
Clarke glances over her shoulder to see that Bellamy is quite suddenly standing in the doorway of the Drop Ship. She turns back to ogle the cards in her hand again, "I found a pack of playing cards... I haven't seen one of these in years."
Bellamy nods; not very interested. "How's Finn?"
The blond stands; cards in hand, and faces Bellamy with a shrug, "He's alright -- just fell asleep,"
He nods before taking a deep, exhausted breath and sitting down on the examining table Octavia had been on earlier. Bellamy sighs and runs his hands down his face; they stop to clamp over his mouth as he stares off in thought.
Clarke sits next to him, "Octavia doing okay?"
He nods, moving his hands from his face to instead grip his knees, "Yeah. She didn't wake up at all when I carried her back to her tent; or when I cleaned up the mess she'd left behind."
"It was nice of you to do that. I think she'll feel better not being here when she wakes up," Clarke says; her fingers fiddling mindlessly with the box of cards on her lap.
"Yeah, well,... It's what I'm here for," Bellamy grins. He looks at Clarke, a little more serious, "What are we going to do to stop Lyme Disease from spreading?"
Clarke shrugs; a vacant stare on her face, "It's not contagious at all. It's actually spread by an insect that crawls under the first layer of your skin and drinks blood; it's called a --"
"A tick," Bellamy finishes. Clarke nods her head to him; a little impressed. He shrugs with a smile, "I know stuff."
The blond grins, "Well, a deer tick, if we're being exact,"
"Well we'd have to be exact in order for you to one-up me, wouldn't we, Princess?" Bellamy laughs, and Clarke follows suit; making it easier for Bellamy to admire her smile. The sound and the joy of it reminds him of his mother when she would watch reruns of her favorite shows that had aired more than one hundred years before.
With a genuine grin, the medic clears her throat and tugs a static, blond lock behind her ear. "-- It won't spread further if we educate the others on what to look for. Unfortunately, we're in the middle of the woods, so ticks are bound to happen."
Clarke supposes it would be easy for such small insects to survive through a Nuclear Holocaust. After all, even though it was sometimes just a joke up on the ARC -- she knew that cockroaches were supposed to have survived it, too. Thank God she hadn't seen any of those yet, however. She'd rather deal with the river monster again.
It's quiet for a moment or two, interrupted only when Bellamy clears his throat -- "How about a game...?"
Clarke purses her lips curiously and raises a brow, head spinning to glare a little foolishly at the older boy. "E-excuse me?"
The older teen hiccups a laugh before glancing down to the pack of cards still nestled in Clarke's hands. The blond looks down to realize what he'd meant; thinning her lips with a slight nod of embarrassment.
"There's just the two of us here; how about a game of Heads-Up?" His brown eyes look to hers, and he can't help but shoot her a sideways grin. "Awh-no. Don't tell me they never taught the Princess how to play Texas Hold 'Em...?"
"Don't be ridiculous. I was taught by the best," Clarke boasts, matter-of-factly. Bellamy grins and reaches for the pack of cards, which Clarke gives up to him easily.
She watches intently as he slides the 52 cards out from their packaging and shuffles them with ease. Clarke can't help but notice how experienced he looks with them. "Yeah? And who's that?"
She hesitates. "My father was. He used to play with my mother and the Chancellor in our room all of the time."
Bellamy runs his tongue along his teeth and looks up to Clarke, who looks very lost in her thoughts; her soft blue eyes staring dazed at the cards in his hands. He doesn't particularly like where their conversation has gone, considering anyone with eyes can see how Clarke gets whenever her father is mentioned. Bellamy tries not to dwell too much on how her hand fiddles with the watch on her wrist.
He looks back down, "Your father -- he always won?"
"Always."
"Well, that's good," Bellamy deals and faces down two Hole cards to himself, and then to Clarke, before he sets the pile between them. He looks back up to see that the blond is already looking back at him. "It's good to hear that the Chancellor lost something,... other than one hundred juvenile delinquents, I mean."
Clarke genuinely smiles and rolls her eyes, "good one."
"Thanks, I thought so too," He grins back to her and reaches over to flip their three community cards before the first bet.
"Raven--"
Clarke picks up her cards and hardly hesitates when she hears Finn's strained voice from behind her. She doesn't think anything of his mistake; she assumes he's just tired, and she says, "Raven left already, Finn, remember?"
Clarke doesn't look back at him, but she can hear him growing restless and thrash around where he lays.
"Raven don't be like that, okay? I would do it all over again --" He says, "-- Saving you isn't an option, Raven, it's an obligation."
The blond looks up from her cards to catch Bellamy's equally confused stare. She turns her head to peak behind her, at Finn -- who is now sitting up, the blanket she had covered him with earlier tossed down to his feet. His head rests in his hands and his breathing picks up; back rising and falling in a near rugged heave.
"Finn?" She calls.
The boy in question shakes his head; face still hidden by his hands. "Don't cry, okay? I'm swear I'm fine... They feed us three times a day here, which is... three times more than they fed us as orphans, right?" He muffles a small laugh against the palm of his hand.
"Finn -- " Bellamy's voice is strong and urgent. He stands up from his game with Clarke; setting his cards face down in front of him. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Take extra notes in Earth Skills, won't you? ... You know how I like to read about that stuff,"
Clarke scoots from her seat and quickly approaches her babbling friend; his head lifting from his sweaty palms the moment Clarke grabs at his shoulders with her cold touch. Finn's eyes are on her in a second, but his stare seems distant -- like he couldn't actually see what was happening.
"Finn?" Clarke tries again for his attention.
The boy doesn't respond; he just stares off, his dry tongue clicking in his mouth. Clarke presses her palm flat against his clammy forehead, and as she had expected, Finn was running a high fever. She curses to herself and hears Bellamy approach them.
"He's burning up," She says, dryly. The hand against his forehead moves to his chest, where she tries to gently push him to lay down. He allows her to lay him down, but shocks her when his hands cover her small one against his beating heart.
"I'll always be here for you, Raven," He says through shallow breaths. He cracks a smile, "I have to be. They locked me up in here."
If it weren't for the sudden seriousness of Finn's condition -- how rapidly his heart was beating, his disorientation and how it seemed he was struggling to take a breath,... Clarke might have laughed at his stupid joke.
"Clarke -- What's happening to him?"
"He's hallucinating, has a rapid heartbeat and he's having trouble breathing," Clarke reaches for the blanket he'd kicked off, and re-covers him. Finn's eyes are still open, but thankfully no longer looking at her, but at the ceiling of the Drop Ship. There is liquid pooling in the corners of his eyes and she can see that he's in pain with his breathing.
Bellamy sucks in his cheek and bites down, "Because of the Lyme Disease?"
"No," Clarke shakes her head gravely and watches Finn's eyelids lower shut at he passes out in front of her. She looks behind her, up at Bellamy who's looking back down at Finn with a worried gander. "... These aren't symptoms of Lyme Disease."
"What does that mean?" Bellamy's attention is suddenly very on Clarke. "If it's not Lyme Disease --?"
Clarke takes one last glance at Finn before standing; and turning fully to face Bellamy who is about three seconds away from springing into full panic mode for his sisters mysterious new condition.
"It's Lyme Disease, it has to be," The blond defends, waving her hands at the older delinquent to calm down. "... Nothing else leaves that distinct of a mark."
Bellamy looks at Clarke hard; his muddy eyes bouncing back between her own.
"O told me that when you went to find food at Mt. Weather, you ran into a buck, and that it had deformities --"
"Yeah, it had two heads," Clarke remembers. For just a second, the figurine Finn had made for her in its image flashed through her mind. "What does that have to do with this?"
Bellamy blinks. "Well, Bucks didn't look like that one hundred years ago, Clarke."
"So?"
"So, after one hundred years of time and radiation, a Buck evolved into something different," He explains. There's a moment of silence, when a clash of thunder roars from outside of the Drop Ship. "Isn't it possible that Lyme Disease could evolve just the same?"
Clarke nods to him; his theory making sense. She crosses her arms and holds them against her chest. "Bellamy, even if that's true,... It sounds a lot like being back at square one."
There' s another roar of thunder outside, but this time it's followed by a wave of pitter patter as rain starts to pour down from the sky. Bellamy tears himself away from Clarke, to instead look outside -- at how the sky lights up with flashes of lightning and then quickly followed by more bangs of thunder.
Something in the pit of Clarke's stomach starts to ache as she thinks about how her friends are out in the woods somewhere with a huge thunder storm following them on their toes.
"They're going to be okay," Clarke isn't sure who she's trying to convince. "... They're all going to be okay."
Bellamy nods; letting out a deep breath slowly between parted lips. "I have to go get Octavia."
Clarke watches him walk out into the rain and feels a gust of wind blow through the Drip Ship hard enough to send 52 playing cards into a whirlwind of a mess.
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