It had been a terrifying moment to watch. An ambush, fighting, you taking the front lines as always… so noble. And gotten pierced through the stomach with a Grounder’s arrow.

We had brought you back to camp, ushered you inside the drop ship and had Clarke desperately patch you up under my fearful and admittedly aggressive watch.

It’s now later in the day, the rest of camp eating outside, yet I had stayed at your side, watching you sleep. Of course, I told Bellamy it was only to scold you when you woke… but we both knew it was bullshit.