It was winter on the ground. People were coming down with all types of fevers, flus, and unknown viruses. Only a few died from lack of medicine and supplies, but with the grounders a on their asses every death was a hit. Day in and day out Clarke was treating sick teens who were dizzy, irritable, and very unlikely to cooperate. Clarke, Raven, and Bellamy were the only ones who hadn't come down with anything yet everyone else was sick. Raven helped Clarke with the endless line of patients, however Clarke still needed blankets, warmer clothes, food, and clean water to give them a faster recovery from their illness. Bellamy however didn't care about anyone but Octavia, he couldn't care less wether the 100 lived or died as long as she was ok. Octavia had a fairly high fever and constant migraines but Clarke said it'd be fine in about two weeks at most.

"Hey Princess." Bellamy called entering the dropship, he had a firm, low voice and his fists where clenched

Clarke looked at him, she was preparing for him to yell, she was slightly frightened but tried not to show it "Yeah...what's up?"

He took a second look at her, she looked like hell and his expression softened as he saw how tired she looked "Have you seen Octavia lately?" He asked trying to keep calm in front of Clarke who looked so helpless.

"Uh yeah" she paused "I think she's by...um the camp fire with the othe-"

Raven cut her off "She's by the fire...playing games with the others who feel to weak to do anything else." She smiled "But be carful we wouldn't want you to catch anything."

"Uh thanks Raven...I'll...um...see you guys later" he said still taking pity on Clarke, he knew she was most likely sick and he didn't know why he cared "and Clarke..." He said, she looked at him in acknowledgement "just try to lay down sometime soon okay?" She nodded her head and turned back to a boy who was standing in front of her waiting for her to send him off with advice to get better.

Bellamy kept his eye on Clarke as he walked out of the dropship. He paused at the door, he saw Raven telling her to go sit down for a bit, then he left the dropship wondering why Clarke was still on his mind.

He went towards Octavia who seemed to be very lively considering she should still be sick, he saw her carry fire wood that was left in a pile a couple feet away. She was strong.

"How do you feel?" He asked as he sat down between her and a younger boy about eleven or twelve who reminded him of Charlotte.

"Good!" She said excitingly "I'm so glad that I don't have to feel like I'm gonna pass out anymore" she let out a small chuckle

Bellamy soon remembered how Clarke looked like she was about to fall asleep any second before he left the dropship. "You ok on your own?" He asked, he wanted to go and check on Clarke...make sure that she was ok.

"Yeah...but why, you just came over here."

"I was uh...I need to go check on something..." He said almost hesitantly

"You mean Clarke? Right?" She asked with a smile. She knew it was about Clarke, she knew her brother would never leave her side for anything unless it was her "Go I'll be fine here, I get it."

"Uh...thanks" he said feeling awkward and somewhat embarrassed. Even his sister saw how he cared for her, it made him a little weirded out but he didn't think too much about it. He wasn't ready to admit to himself that he truly cared about anyone the same way he cared about Octavia.

Bellamy rushed back to the dropship to check on Clarke, he saw her sleeping as Raven buzzed around from patient to patient. He was somewhat relived to see how peaceful Clarke looked it was as if she wasn't sick at all.

Raven looked up at Bellamy, she looked panicked "There's too many patients who have the virus I don't know where to put them, everyone who has the virus is on the second level and it's almost filled and I don't understand how it's spearing so fast." She had someone else go lay down in the dropship inferring he had the virus too. She turned back to Bellamy in efforts to finish her thought "Half the people here aren't even sick, they have cuts and scrapes and some need stitches. I have no idea how to stitch a wound and I can't even find the alcohol to clean their cuts." She rushed around chaotically and continued "And I don't know where to put Clarke. If she doesn't have the virus now she'll get it sooner or later if she's stuck in here with everyone else and that can't happen. She needs to leave Bellamy. Now!"

Bellamy thought about where to put her that's safe and protected. He thought about putting her with Octavia but Clarke is sick he didn't want to burden his sister with migraines and a fever now that she's feeling better. He picked her up in his arms and decided to put her in his tent. He laid her on the floor but the soil was frozen in clumps making the ground an extremely uncomfortable place to lay down. He picked her back up and rested her in his makeshift bed and wrapped his arms around her as he laid by her side, he knew he loved her and that he has been trying to fight it until this moment, since he had no other explanation to why she was with him right now, "goodnight Princess" he whispered as he made sure to keep her warm and he fell asleep beside her.