"You can run, but you can't hide," your voice was low as you crouched down behind the bushes peering out into the open space of the woods, you had been running after a deer—mutant deer that is—when it had suddenly fallen into one of the traps you had set up. "That was too easy, c'mon Earth, give me a challenge." You smirked to yourself as you got up and stood in front of the deer, it was struggling against the ropes it had tangled itself into.

Your day outside of the wall wasn't initially meant to be a game of cat and mouse with a mutant deer, just a simple hunting trip, but plans change. You waited until the deer had stopped squirming before plunging a knife into its heart to kill it, its legs twitched for a second before it hung limply and swayed side to side. You carefully climbed the side of the tree before cutting down the rope, you jumped down and put the knife in your pocket before pulling the dead deer onto your shoulders.

"Really?" You groaned as it started to pour with rain, you thought you had got used to the odd cold feeling that the rain had brought when it first rained on Earth and soaked you all the way through your clothes. You refrained yourself from rolling your eyes at the memory of the male delinquents offering up their spare warm clothes with a glint in their eyes. You—being the nice person you wanted others to believe—had to let them down gently by saying that you didn't mind the cold and that they should keep their clothes for themselves.

You didn't really have the heart to tell them that they weren't exactly the team you swung for. You didn't want to be treated any differently for being your true self, it seemed like no one else on Earth was into the same things you were, so you kept quiet. You knew that they wouldn't throw you out of camp, but you'd get weird looks and you didn't want that. You shook your head and continued walking, sighing as you got to one of the slopes in the woods.

"I swear, the rain better not mess with my balance," you grumbled as you slowly made your way down the hill, but of course, luck was never on your side. The rain had caused one part of the hill to be extremely slippery and unstable to walk on, your foot had lost its grip and slid down causing you and the deer to go with it. Your body was pushed over rocks sticking out of the hill and you landed with a groan and a sharp pain in your side, as you tried to get up you hissed in pain before noticing some blood seeping through your shirt.

You had landed on a rock that cut through your side, you internally cursed yourself for being reckless but knew you weren't the only one who was going to have a say in how irresponsible you were. You slowly pushed your body up off the ground and lifted the deer over your shoulder once more, each step was more painful than the last, your body covered in wet mud. You stumbled across the forest floor until you got to camp.

"Open up the gates!" You heard one of the delinquents yell out, who had been on watch, the gates started to open and two boys rushed out to take the deer from your body. "Are you alright?" The same boy from watch called down to you from his perch, you nodded slowly, but your head started to pound and your vision started to blur. "Bring her in!" He yelled at the boy who was still beside you, just watching you. He lifted your arm up and placed it over his shoulder helping you in. "Get her to Clarke." He told the boy before going back to his watch.

"I'm fine, I just fell over, it's only a scratch, I'm fine." You hissed in pain but tried to keep your voice level, the delinquent obviously ignored you as he pulled you up the ramp of the dropship and inside, the pounding of metal echoed through your skull and made the pain worse. "I'm fine," you tried again, you weren't sure if this kid was deaf or just stupid. "I said I'm fine. What part of I'm fine don't you get?" You growled at him.

"You're not fine," you heard Clarke speak up, you lowered your head waiting for the speech. "Put her down on the table." You closed your eyes in pain as you settled on your back, you could feel your shirt being lifted up slightly and you gripped her hand forcing Clarke to stop. "I need to see the wound." You shook your head. "Pass me a bowl of water and a cloth." You heard Clarke mumble to the boy who dragged you in.

"Griffin it's just a scratch. Like I said, I'm fine," you tried to persuade her but she only let out a harsh laugh. She slapped your hand away and lifted your shirt up more. "See? Just a small cut, nothing to worry your pretty little head about, Doc." You went to sit up but she pushed you back down, you opened your eyes and looked at her face, she had deep bags under her eyes and her skin was pale, she hadn't been outside in a while.

"If by small cut you mean a deep gash that will need stitches..." She scolded, she got the bowl of water and started cleaning the mud off of your face. "Really?" She whined. "Your forehead too?" She glared at you, but you could only shrug before feeling the pain in your side. "You're so reckless, irresponsible, and quite frankly...Stupid," she started. "You don't care about your health and well-being, like at all, so I'm the one who has to worry for you." She shook her head, almost as if she was just telling herself the information, almost like she rehearsed it.

"Doc—" You started, but the look in her eyes had forced your mouth clothes again, clearly not in the mood for you to try and cheer her up. "Griffin, I'm sorry, but we needed more food, I was the only one available to go hunting," you told her softly as she picked up the needle. She ignored you. "Clarke?" You asked quietly but got no response as she continued to thread the needle with shaky hands. "I'm sorry," you whispered before biting your lip in pain as she started to sew your side.

She was silent for about five minutes as she cleaned you up and sewed you back together, those five minutes were pure torture, her eyes had become glassy and bloodshot as she tried not to let the tears roll down her face. Clarke refused to look into your eyes as she finished you up. She got out wrapping and placed it on your side before getting the tape to keep it in place, she did the same to your forehead.

"I'm sorry I hurt you." You kept your gaze on the ceiling, afraid to look Clarke in the eyes. You knew her shirt had been stained red, her hands covered in crimson, and her eyes pink and sore. She stopped what she was doing and stared at you. "I didn't mean to hurt you, Clarke," you breathed out deeply, she stood next to the table as you slowly sat up, your bloodied shirt was ripped up from the fall.

"I'm mad because you don't care, you never think ahead, you just do," Clarke started, she was standing in front of you with her arms covering her body. "One day that way of thinking is going to get you killed." Her bottom lip trembled. "And I don't know how I'm going to handle your dead body coming through the dropship...When I can barely handle you coming in with a scratch," her voice sounded broken, and it was because of you.

"Clarke—" You breathed out a small laugh, you wouldn't be so reckless as to almost getting yourself killed. Maybe losing a limb, but not losing your life. She held her hand up to silence you.

"No, you don't get to talk right now." You closed your mouth. "I've lost a lot in my life, my dad, my mum, my best friend, I can't lose you too. Somehow your thick head and bad ideas stole my heart, and I don't know what I would do if I lost you too. I'm tired of having to stitch you up, clean your wounds, and I'm tired of wondering whether you're coming back to me with a pulse," her voice wavered but she tried to stand tall.

You looked over at her, her blonde hair was slightly pink at the ends with the blood that had soaked into it, her eyes were sunken and you could tell that she had trouble sleeping. It wasn't like she was able to sleep for more than an hour at most. You knew that she wasn't finished, so you let her take a breath before she continued,

"I hate how you walk around like nothing is going to hurt you. But guess what? You're hurting those around you. Just look at yourself, you almost reopened a wound from last week, you cut your forehead, again, you cut open your side. Your stupid way of living is deadly, and I hate it. Why can't you just gain some common sense and learn to be more respons—" You grabbed hold of her left arm and dragged her body to yours before pulling her lips to yours.

You trapped her body between your legs as your hands slid down to her waist, you could tell she was in shock as it took her a couple of seconds before she kissed you back and slid her arms around your neck. She pulled your body down slightly so she didn't have to stretch as much, your hands fisting the material of her shirt tightly. Her breathing deepened as she pushed her lips to yours more forcefully while you pulled her body closer to yours.

You could feel her body relax more, she no longer stood stiff as she melted into the kiss, her hands gripping onto your hair. You kissed down her neck, she parted her lips and sucked in a deep breath and you bit down onto the skin of her neck. You smiled through the kiss before peppering lighter kisses on her neck up to her face again.

"Maybe I would be less reckless if you became less attractive, I've got to do something to land my ass into your care." You smirked as you pulled away slightly to look at her. "If I get hurt that means you have to look after me for longer. I mean, what's a couple of scratches for a couple of hours with you?" You grinned as a small smile made its way to her face, she rested her head on your shoulder, her arms placed on the table either side of you.

"If you wanted my attention then you didn't need to try so hard," she commented, she looked at your shirt. "You're going to need a new shirt as well, this one is completely shredded, you'll ruin the bandage too quickly." She hooked her finger through the holes in the shirt and looked at you, you smirked at her as she unhooked her fingers and went to look for a spare shirt.

"If you wanted by shirt off so bad then you didn't need to make an excuse," you called over to her, she rolled her eyes before throwing a shirt at you. You replaced your shirt with the new one, Clarke walked over to you and you pulled her closer again. "So, Doc, what's my prescription?" She dipped her head a laughed slightly. "Got anything to heal me quicker?" You asked.

"You'll have to stay in my tent so I can keep an eye on you." You raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "In my bed, of course. I'm going to have to clean your wound, so, no shirts either, it will make it easier." She looked up at you with a small smile. "Oh, and lots of kisses, to distract you from the pain. Doctors orders." She grinned before pulling your shirt down to place her lips onto yours again.