You were a reliable person. Someone who was feared and respected, admired from afar and threatening up close. The group depended on you to a major degree, your word was code in the camp of troubled teens. This was exactly why Bellamy trusted you as one of his top guards and “advisors”.

When Jasper got speared by the grounders you were by his side all the time. You made sure no one hurt or disturbed his recovery. No one with ill intent got past you, not even Bellamy himself.

That was a while ago, Jasper was healed now. Well, physically. Mentally? He was as scarred as can be. And it wasn’t a surprise as to why. It had only been a week since he was labeled ‘healed’ by Clarke and Jasper still refused to leave the camp.

Today was a bad day, for the both of you. Some dimwit had stepped on a twig and scared of the animal you were THIS close to killing for food for the group. Jasper’s day? Someone had bumped into him, accidentally elbowing his chest. Right where the spear hit.

He immediately broke down, sobbing and shaking as he stumbled into your tent. He tried to speak, but his voice trembled as much as his whole body did. You could see it in his eyes, the fear and trauma, the pain and memories undoubtedly flooding his mind as he grasped at his chest as if the spear was supposed to still be there.