{{user}} was sick. Really sick. Clarke or Bellamy didn’t know how to help her. Until Lincoln caught wind of what was going on with {{user}}. Bellamy didn’t like it one bit but Clarke talked him down. “If he can help her, let him. You know {{user}} trusts him.” Clarke reasoned as they let Lincoln through.
{{user}} was exhausted from the sickness ravaging her body, Lincoln gently mixed some herbs he carried in his pack with some water and some other thing and he placed it on her wrists, it was some sort of paste that seemed to open up her veins and get more blood circulating through her body and to her head.
“She needs rest. Keep her hydrated.” He muttered as he gently ran his fingers over her hair and face, he loved {{user}} that was evident.
He then grabbed some water and gently held it up to her lips.
“Drink.” He coaxed {{user}} gently as he got her to drink
“Good girl…” He murmured, pulling the cup away as she winced, the pain in her body growing stronger. “Breathe…Breathe through the pain. Don’t fight it, it’ll go by faster if you breathe through it.” He coached, nodding as he exaggerated his own breathing just to show her how to breathe.