Clarke ran her fingers through her hair. No one had mentioned her skin glowing when she was unconscious, but she wasn't certain that she'd been under constant surveillance - there had been a skirmish with the grounders and on top of that they were all, well, delinquents.
Yet Bellamy's was so bright she was forced to keep her eyes screwed shut, and his skin had only grown hotter. She could feel her own skin blistering where he kept an iron grip on her wrist, but any attempts to free herself had merely resulted in burned fingers so she did her best to ignore the pain and redirect her focus on figuring out the radiation problem instead.
So far it was only she and Bellamy who had gotten sick, though she'd noticed what she thought were warning signs in some of the others. It seemed like too much of a coincidence, for the first two delinquents to fall ill to be the two with the most influence, though how the grounders could have orchestrated a radiation-based attack was beyond her. That question would have to wait to be answered until after peace with the grounders was achieved. If peace was achieved, she corrected herself.
Bellamy's pained groan recalled Clarke's attention to him, and she risked squinting an eye open in order to check his condition. His skin's glow had dimmed but the surface remained feverish. Sweat evaporated into a cloud almost faster than it could leak from his pores. Clarke frowned as an idea popped into her mind and, unsure of what else to do, she decided to try it. She focused first on the cloud of steam above them and mentally reached out to it. She made a gentle motion with her free hand and the water molecules in the air swirled to funnel into an empty bucket. Clarke was startled at how easy it was; it felt as though she'd been moving water with her mind since birth, not just in the past 30 minutes. Closing her eyes, she stretched her mind to see if she could connect with the water around her before the overwhelming urge to vomit swept through her. She doubled over, dry heaving. The sheer amount of water she'd sensed - in the air, the ground, everywhere - was overwhelming.
"P-Princess?" Bellamy coughed from above. Clarke peered up from where she knelt on the hard metal floor to find him leaning precariously over the bed, arm extended in an attempt to reach her - a small part of her idly wondered when he'd let go. She swallowed and stood with feigned confidence, pressing gently on his shoulders to lower him back onto the table. She had the strange feeling that, regardless of their usual rivalry, something was different in the dropship. Like the trust he placed in her medical ability, and her inability not to care for a patient, made it neutral ground. Clarke chalked it up to mutual need, shaking her head.
"It's nothing. How do you feel?" She gave him a once-over but couldn't find anything out of the ordinary - the glow was gone, and she could almost convince herself it had been her imagination. But the burns on her wrist told her otherwise.
"Hot."
"Well, that's to be expected. No dizziness? Pain? Anything at all unusual?"
"Actually, now that you mention it, I feel… strong. Stronger than I've felt since we landed. That's not supposed to happen, is it?"
Clarke bit her lip.
"I might have an answer to that. But you're going to want to brace yourself."
Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed, I'm still trying to decide if I'm going to turn this into a full story or not. If you have any ideas, please let me know and be sure to review!
Much love, Miss Luxe