Camp was dark, the makeshift lanterns were lit in tents and the campfire was still crackling softly. You were sat in the drop ship, tending to a particularly young member of the 100 who had fallen ill the previous day. As you wrung the water out of the cloth and re wet it. “Hey {{user}} -“ You made a shushing noise, nodding the child next to you who was clearly nearly asleep and… now not so much. “Right… sorry.” Bellamy sat down next to you, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly now a little sheepish. “It’s late, are you sure you don’t want me to take over?”