You had everything under control. You weren’t a novice; it wasn’t your first time going out into the forest to hunt on your own. You knew perfectly well which places to go and which to avoid. So, after much insisting, Bellamy and Clarke agreed to let you go hunting alone.

A lot of time had passed, and nothing bad had ever happened—until now. It only took a second of distraction, and before you knew it, a group of grounders was hunting you.

You managed to escape and return to the camp, but not completely unscathed, as a few scratches, scrapes, and bruises now adorned the skin that Bellamy was trying to treat. You didn’t say anything because you knew that whatever you said, his response would be, “I told you so.” All you could do was mutter complaints under your breath as the alcohol burned in your wounds.

“This is why I told you it was a bad idea. But you never listen. I don’t know when the day will come when you realize you’re not invincible,” Bellamy said as he passed the small damp cloth over your wounds.