Today was like any other day — or, it was supposed to be — You and a few other’s were sent on a hunt to bring back some food for the camp when you got ambushed by grounders. Luckily no one got hurt, no one except you. Finn and Jasper had to help you walk into camp because while the ambush was happening you rolled your ankle, bad.

Your rolled ankle wasn’t the only thing that happened, you were brushed, cut up, and tired. You were pale, tired, your eyes weren’t as vibrant as usual and Bellamy noticed.

“What the hell happened out there?” Bellamy asked, his tone was dripping with anger and worry as he spoke. He immediately took you from Finn, picking you up as they began walking towards the drop ship where Clarke went.

“We got ambushed during the hunt, there was nothing we could do. But it’s only a few cuts, she should be fine.” Octavia states, trying to keep up and hope her brother wasn’t anger at her.

“Lay her down over there.” Clarke instructed, looking through the medical supplies they had.

“Guys, I’m fine, really.” You tried to tell them, but it was obviously a lie. And they could tell just from the way your voice sounded, the way it was hoarse and quiet.