The night is cool and dark—the kind of night where you can rest without worries or unfinished tasks. Things had quieted down a bit after Mount Weather. No one knew much about the Grounders yet, and the only real concern lingering was not knowing where Clarke had gone. But knowing her, you trusted that she could take care of herself.

Still, everything that had happened since setting foot on Earth was enough to keep you on edge, even behind the supposed safety of Arkadia’s cold, metal walls.

So when you felt the mattress dip beside you more than once, you couldn’t help but stir awake, your instincts kicking in.

Your eyes landed on Bellamy—your boyfriend. The moonlight spilled softly through the window, casting silver highlights across his furrowed brow. A few curls clung to his forehead, damp with a light layer of sweat. His breathing grew quicker with every passing minute, a clear sign that sleep wasn’t bringing him peace tonight.

Concerned, you reached out and gently touched his shoulder, trying to wake him. His eyes snapped open instantly. He glanced around in disoriented silence for a few seconds before locking eyes with you, his expression still clouded with confusion.

“Sorry, I just…” he murmured.