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There’s a warmth in her eyes that you don’t recognize.
She looks at you like you’re her everything. Her blonde hair shines in the stream light that peaks through your bedroom windows and her blue eyes shimmer with unshed tears. Your brain can’t seem to process how an angel so beautiful could look so broken in one single moment.
You try to smile, to relive the tension that has so obviously gathered in the room, but instead you find yourself sputtering as you try to gather enough air. Your entire body aches with every movement you make.
You feel your body convulse as you desperately try to ignore the pulsing ache rooted in your stomach.
A tear rolls down your cheek and you try to push them down as much as possible. Clarke seems to finally release her own tears as you take one of her hands with your own, despite the pain that seems to arise in your body with every single movement.
“It’s okay,” You whisper, though you wonder if she is able to hear you through your broken voice. “I’m going to be okay, Klark.”
You see the doubt in her eyes and you can feel it in your heart too. Your people stay away from mountain men weapons for a reason. They bring death with them wherever they go, and Clarke knows that too.
There's a cloudiness infiltrating your vision. Black spots block your perfect vision of Clarke.
You blink rapidly, not lost on the painful sob that leaves Clarke's mouth.
"Please don't go…" She sobs into your ear. "I need you."
You can't do anything to fight the way your vision is failing, but you can give her hand a reassuring squeeze. Your head slumps into the pillow, and right before you feel yourself go you gather all your strength.
"I won't. You'll save me, Wanheda."
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"She will be fine, Wanheda. You shall not worry, Heda is strong."
The fire in your abdomen seems to grow until even the tips of fingers hurt.
Words process in your mind, yet your body hurts too much to move, it doesn’t stop you from trying to move though.
You try to blink open your eyes, but when sunlight invades your vision you groan and try to roll on your side to avoid it, only your abdomen convulses again and you get lost in the ache that sends through your body once more.
“Heda…” Titus’ voice reaches your ears. It’s enough to fully awaken you. You want to get up and scream at your guard to arrest the traitor.
You sputter on the bed as you try to get him to stay away from you. He looks relieved, but all you feel is the betrayal he inflicted upon you. Clarke’s beside him, and you can see the anger in her eyes as she watches him try to take care of you.
“Guards!” It comes out hoarse, but there’s no doubt that your voice was strong enough for them to hear. “Put him in the dungeons!” Your voice breaks at the end and you find yourself not being able to continue. Your throat is dry and you send Clarke a desperate look.
You know Clarke understands you when she looks at your hesitant guards. She crosses her arms and you see the fire burning behind her eyes. “You heard your Heda.” She tells them, slowly.
They seem to capture the threat behind her voice and immediately start dragging Titus out of the room. He does not fight back, though he does try to complain.
“Heda I-”
Clarke interrupts him, to your relief. “Your Heda will hear no more, Titus. Have a great time rotting away in prison.”
You watch him get carried away from your spot on the bed. You sigh in relief, your anger vanishing now it’s just you and Clarke in the room.
She hesitantly makes her way to your beside, where you grasp her hand immediately.
“Hey, Heda,” She whispers softly into your ear. Your vision is once again clouded by the same fogginess as before. You don’t cry much. You don’t cry at all, actually, but you allow yourself to just this one time.
Clarke presses a kiss against your mouth and while you do not have the energy to kiss her back, you make sure she knows you appreciate it by giving her hand a gentle squeeze.
“You’ll be okay.”
“I know.” You smile, “I have Wanheda here to protect me.”