“I’m okay. It’s pretty warm tonight, isn’t it?” #51 | | |
Wells surveyed her quizzically. The temperature had dropped considerably since the sun set. He reached out and placed the back of his hand against Molly’s forehead. Her skin was warm to the touch. “Are you sure you’re feeling all right?” #52 | | |
“Maybe a little dizzy,” she admitted. Wells pressed his lips together. They’d lost a lot of their supplies in the fire, which meant that rations had decreased significantly. “Here,” he said, reaching into his pocket for the protein packet he hadn’t had time to finish. “Eat this.” #53 | | |
She shook her head. “It’s okay. I’m not hungry,” she said weakly. #54 | | |
After making her promise to let him know if she wasn’t feeling better tomorrow, Wells set off to find Priya. They’d saved most of the medicine, but what good would it be without the one person who knew how to use it? He wondered how far Clarke and Bellamy had traveled by now, and whether they’d found any sign of Octavia. A bolt of fear cut through his exhaustion as he thought about the dangers facing Clarke in the forest. She and Bellamy had left before the attack. They had no idea that there were people out there, Earthborns who communicated through deadly arrows. #55 | | |
He sighed as he tilted his head back toward the sky, sending out a silent prayer for the girl he’d risked countless lives to protect. The girl whose eyes had blazed with hatred when she’d told him she never wanted to see him again. #56 | | |
