Chapter 19
Author's note: thanks for the reviews, follows, and favorites! I smile every time I read one of those from you guys. Some bonus point of views this chapter as Ari is still unconscious
Clarke's point of view:
She stared out at the storm as they struggled to tie down the tarp, never in any of her earth science books had she read about a thunderstorm so intense. Rain was always described as gentle, life giving and it could be. It could also be violent and damaging, it was as if the whole world was protesting what had happened to Ari. As if it were throwing a tantrum at her pain and her suffering.
"Come in Ark Station, this is Raven Reyes. Come in Ark Station," Raven pleaded desperately into the radio microphone. She approached, standing behind the stressed girl as others who were anxious about their parents did. "Calling Ark Station, this is Raven Reyes," she called, hopelessness filling her voice. "Are you sure you have the right frequency?" "Yeah I'm sure," she snapped at the nosy kid, who probably knew nothing about engineering whatsoever.
"Raven," Clarke warned. When the olive skinned girl looked up at her, she smiled encouragingly. "You can do this," as Raven turned back to the radio, convinced to make it work, Clarke strode over to Ari. She was pale, her skin slick with sweat as she twitched and groaned every now and again with pain. Clarke slowly removed the rag from around the stab wound in her side with a sickening squelch.
She could feel Raven's eyes on the girl, felt her debt that they both owed to her for saving the boy they loved. "Ark Station, please come in. I'm on the ground with the hundred," she pleaded loudly. Her voice dropped to a whisper as she met Clarke's eyes, "We need you."
Raven's point of view:
Raven Reyes did not cry. She hadn't cried when she was born or so she was told, they had been afraid she was stillborn she was so quiet. She hadn't cried when her mother struck her or when her belly clenched in pain with hunger as her mother drunk herself into a stupor. She hadn't cried when she fell and broke her wrist at the age of five or when she lost her first tooth in a fight. She hadn't cried when the kids at school picked on her for having raggedy clothes, even more worn than usual. She hadn't cried when coming down to earth or when her mom died. She hadn't even cried when she found out Finn cheated on her.
Looking at Ari she felt as if she could cry. She almost did several times just glancing at her still form, knife sticking haphazardly from her chest in a sickening way. She nearly cried for this girl whom she barely knew, out of frustration at not being able to save her life. "Come in Ark Station, this is Raven Reyes. The one hundred are alive," she pleaded, running a hand through her hair, "Can anyone hear me?"
"This is a restricted channel. Who is this?" She had never felt such relief. "Please identify yourself." "This is Raven Reyes. I'm from Mecha Station. I'm radioing from the ground," she stuttered out as Clarke and several others rushed over. "The hundred are alive," she heard people behind her beginning to whisper joyfully, now that their parents knew they were alive. "Please you need to get Dr. Abby Griffin. Dr. Abby Griffin, now."
"Raven, are you there?" It was Abby's voice she heard but not she who answered, rather it was Clarke. "Mom?" "Clarke?" She could hear the woman's voice break but the two could have picked a better time for their little reunion.
Clarke's point of view:
"Mom, I need your help. One of our people was stabbed by a grounder," she told her, pushing aside the betrayal and the anger she felt for her mother. Hurry up and save the world as Raven says. "Clarke, this is the Chancellor. Are you saying there are survivors?" Clarke nodded anxiously, they had no time for this! Ari was dying before her very eyes and she couldn't save her. "Yes, the ground is survivable. We're not alone," she answered him somewhat impatiently.
"Mom, she's dying. The knife's still in her chest," she urged. "Clarke, is my son with you?" Eyes flicked to her as she shook her head sorrowfully. "I'm so sorry," she began, "Wells is…Wells is dead." Silence. "Clarke, I'm gonna walk you through it step by step," her mother began as the words began to crackle and break up to where she couldn't understand. "Raven what is it?" "It's not the radio, it's the storm," she answered, shaking her head in frustration.
Octavia's point of view:
She rushed into the dropship, ignoring the pain in her leg that came with running or the fact that she was dripping wet. She was careful not to spill a single drop of the precious liquor as she ran, it meant the life and death of her friend. Saving Ari from the knife wound was useless if she died of infection. Passing off the canisters to Clarke she waited for the blonde's approval.
"Monty's moonshine," she asked, rubbing her nose after smelling it. "I'm pretty sure no germ could survive it," she pointed out. "The storm's getting worse. Monroe close the doors," Clarke ordered. "We still got people out there," she protested. Octavia glanced up from sterilizing the supplies. "Jasper, Monty, and Finn are still out there. So is Bellamy," she was surprised he had even left Ari's side.
"They're gonna have to wait it out," people were beginning to catch cold, and things were getting damp. They didn't need an outbreak of flu on top of everything. Raven came rushing up, holding up a sterilized needle. "One suture needle." Clarke took it carefully, "Good, we still need something to close the wound up with." Octavia remembered the wire she had used for the tents. "There's some wire on the upper level. I used it for the tents." "Good, go get it," Clarke ordered.
"Stay away from the blue wires. I hooked them to the solar cells in the roof. That means they're hot, you go that?" She rolled her eyes, a habit she had picked up from Ari. "Yeah, I got it." She prayed once more that Ari made it, who else would rub off their sarcasm onto her?
Bellamy's point of view:
"Hey they're back!" They strode into the dropship, he in the lead. "Bellamy," she heard Octavia cry in shock as she caught sight of the grounder who had trapped her propped up between the two men behind him. "The hell are you doing?" He glanced at Ari, "Time to get some answers." "Oh, you mean revenge?"
"Go. Take him upstairs," he ignored Octavia's protests. "Bellamy, she's right," Clarke approached him but was interrupted by the radio. "Clarke, we're ready." The signal was crackly and broken but they were communicating with the Ark. "Look, this is not who we are," she said lowly. "Clarke," intoned the voice from the radio. With one last glance at it he turned. "It is now."
Clarke's point of view:
"Okay, the blade is at a sharp upwards angle between the fifth and sixth rib," she informed her mother, hands still held up so that they wouldn't get contaminated before performing surgery on Ari. "How deep?" "Well, I can't tell how deep it goes," she answered in frustration. "That's alright, just don't remove the knife yet," her mother warned. "Sterilize your hands," she told Raven as she passed her the can of alcohol.
Raven took a gulp of it to calm her nerves before pouring it over her hands. When a fight broke lose between two of the campers Clarke swore loudly. "Clear the room," she told Raven. "Alright, everyone, upstairs now!" Raven began to herd them up the stairs as Clarke felt Ari's flushed yet clammy chest.
"She feels a little warm," she called to her mother anxiously. "That's alright, fever sometimes accompanies the trauma. Clarke, I need you to tell me of there's any fluid leaking from the wound." Leaning forward she scrutinized the small woman's slowly moving side. "Uhh no," she answered. "The pleurae membrane is still intact. That's good, that's actually really good. She got lucky." "Hear that? You got lucky," she told the unconscious girl somewhat relieved.
Finn's point of view
He stood off to the side as they began to tie up the grounder, flinching in surprise when he suddenly jerked awake. He began to breathe heavily and pull on his restraints, eyes wheeling in panic as he searched the room. "He's awake, he's awake," cried the guys tying him up as they moved back some in fear.
"Tie him tighter. The last thing we need is this bastard getting free because of you idiots' mistakes," Bellamy said as he gestured to them with the knife he was examining. The grounder calmed, eyes locked on someone coming up the ladder. Finn turned to see Octavia, eyebrows crumpling in confusion as he looked between the two who were oblivious to everyone's stares. Bellamy wasn't however as he moved to block Octavia's path, "Get out of here, Octavia."
"I told you, he was protecting me. You didn't have to do this," she told him quietly, unaware that they could all hear her. "This isn't about you, I did this for all of us." "You did that for all of us?" She gestured to the bloodied, beaten grounder. "No. I did that for Ari. And Jasper, and Diggs, and Roma, and John-" She cut him off, "That wasn't even him-" He returned the favor, "You don't know that! He stabbed Ari, you were there! We need to know what we're up against, how many there are of them and why they're killing us. And he's gonna tell me," he said ominously.
"No, Bellamy, please," she pleaded, grabbing his arm. He shook her off, "Miller. Miller, get her out of here." "I was there-hey! Hey! Get off me!" She fought against them, yanking herself from their grip as Finn watched the grounder struggle, leaning around Bellamy to watch her anxiously. Octavia limped slightly as she walked to the ladder, pausing to look at them. Her eyes stopped on him. "Finn?"
He shook his head sadly. "He was going to kill me Octavia. Ari saved me, he held you hostage. I'm supposed to just let him walk free?" She shook her head angrily, "I don't even think he speaks English." She left angrily, slamming the hatch shut.
Clarke's point of view:
"Okay, Clarke, firm grip on the knife. You're going to need to angle the knife upwards to the left, very slightly." She gulped anxiously, "How very slightly?" Panic surged through her as the signal broke up, "What was that? You dropped out." "Clarke, three millimeters. You got that? Three millimeters." "Yeah I got it. Here it goes," she said nervously as she leaned forward. "Steady hand Clarke. You've assisted me on cardiovascular procedures easier than this. Once you get the knife out the hardest part is over."
Waiting for the ship to stop shaking she gripped the knife handle as Raven bent over Ari's small form. "Alright, extracting now." She had only barely begun to remove the knife when Raven called out. "She's waking up!" Clarke halted her motions looking up at Ari who was groaning in pain as she blinked up at the ceiling, subconsciously trying to move away from the pain.
"Ari, I'm trying to get the knife out of you." "Good plan," the girl huffed, sarcastic even in pain. "You can't move, you got it?" She nodded heavily as she gripped the table. Clarke began to remove it slowly once more, "Almost out." She let out a scream of pain between her clenched teeth, face red as Clarke continued to remove the sharp weapon. When a sudden jolt to the ship, the hardest one yet, knocked her off her feet she accidentally ripped the knife from Ari's side as the injured girl toppled off the cot. Rushing to see if she was alright, Clarke froze for a moment as she stared down at Ari's still form.
Then miraculously she half sat up, one hand covering the stab wound as she blinked dazedly up at Clarke. She was vaguely aware of her mother's voice in the background but she was too busy hugging the girl that has become her friend in such a short time, against all her morals. "It's out. She did it," she heard Raven telling her mother and felt a small surge of pride. She'd done it. She'd saved Ari.
Bellamy's point of view:
"We're going to try this one more time. What's your name? Where's your camp? How many of you are there?" Nothing but stoic silence from the grounder man who was infatuated with his sister. "Hey, check it out," Miller called. Bellamy and the others crowded around him as he held up a small metal case with different vials of plant mixtures. "What is all this stuff?" "Who the hell knows with these people," he said as he picked up a leather bound journal and began to unwrap it. The grounder jerked on his chains, making a grunting noise of displeasure. "I think we found something he doesn't want us to see, Miller," he taunted as he opened it up.
"These aren't bad," he said as he flicked through charcoal drawings of landscapes, people who were unfamiliar to him, stopping on someone who was. He stared up at the grounder, clenching his jaw in anger as the others stared down at the drawing of Octavia in his hand. Flipping away from it he came across a drawing that was bookmarked with a feather. "It's our camp," he gestured to the tally marks some of which were crossed out, "I bet if you count them all they add up to 102. Ten are crossed out, that's how many people we've lost." He strode over to the grounder slowly, who now refused to look at him. "They've been watching us ever since we got here."
Clarke's point of view:
She clipped the wiring that held shut the wound in Ari's side. "Okay, I'm done." "Good. Do you have anything to cover the wound?" She shook her head, "We'll make do. We always do." "Should she be this pale? Or this warm?" Her mother answered Raven's curious questions easily. "She's lost a lot of blood. If she's anywhere near as tough as you, she'll be fine." Clarke rolled her eyes, something she had picked up from Ari.
She reached out and felt Ari's chest lightly with the back of her hand. "Wait no mom she's feverish. And her breathing's uneven," she told her panickedly, starting to rise from her stool. "You need to give her time to recover. Let me know if she gets any worse," her mother warned, "but I think she might just be out of the woods." Clarke huffed, unable to take her mother's happy go lucky attitude any longer, "Yeah. Well down here there's nothing but woods." Rubbing her forehead in stress she got up. "I need a break."
"Clarke, Clarke wait! Raven, could you give us a few minutes?" Raven nodded, turning to leave as Clarke began to protest. "No, stay with Ari."
Bellamy's point of view:
"What the hell is that?" The question made him glance over at the drawing of some creature. "Friend of yours?" The grounder didn't answer his question, dark eyes flicking up to stare at him emotionlessly. The hatch opened and they all turned to see who had the nerve to enter when Bellamy had ordered them out. None other than the Ark's princess appeared.
One of his men moved to intercept her to which she growled out, "Get the hell out of my way." "Its okay, let her through," Bellamy reassured. Clarke smirked at the boy before pushing past him. She stopped short as she stared at the grounder, horror on her face. "Well if he didn't hate us, he will now," she bit out angrily at Bellamy.
Grabbing her wrist he pulled her away. "Who cares? How's Ari?" She shook her head, "Alive. His people will care. How long will it take for them to figure out he's here? What happens when they come looking for him? They will Bellamy." He didn't give two shits about the grounder, his main focus was Ari. But she had a point. "Relax, Princess. No one saw us take him. He was chained up in the cave the entire time. And thanks to the storm we didn't see a single soul on the way back."
"His people are already killing us," he told her as he flipped open the journal to the tally mark page, thrusting it into her hands, "How many more of our people have to die before you realize we're fighting a war?" Clarke shook her head, "We're not soldiers, Bellamy. Look at him. We can't win." "You're right, we can't. If we don't fight."
They were interrupted by Finn's panicked voice, who must have left to join Raven as she watched over Ari. "Clarke, she's seizing!" Panic gripped him, what was going on down there? Before she could stop him, he was scrambling down the ladder. Ari was lying on top of the cot in her bra, clammy skin trembling as she jerked unnaturally. Finn was obviously panicked, "I don't know what happened. She was fine and then she started-"
Clarke cut him off, "Get my mother on the radio now!" Bellamy grabbed her hand, wondering if she would even notice as she jerked and flopped around. "Raven, now!" "The radio's dead, interference with the storm," she said as she ran a hand through her hair in dismay. Finn wrapped an arm around her shoulder, "Ari's gonna be okay, right?" No one answered because no one knew. Bellamy glanced up at Clarke as she moved to examine their friend. "Please, don't let her die."
Clarke's point of view:
As Ari's shaking form stilled she sighed visibly in relief, although what happened next was not a better indicator. White foam bubbled up in Ari's mouth and rolled down her cheek. "Okay, it stopped. Help me get her on her side," she told Bellamy who had refused to move, watching her unblinkingly. "Bellamy, now. She has fluid in her lungs, she could choke." He quickly complied, seeming to break out of his shocked stupor.
Feeling Ari's flushed skin which still gave a telltale jerk spasmodically every now and again, she found it to be overheated. "Oh god, she's burning up!" "Fluid in her lungs, does that mean the knife hit something?" She didn't bother turning to answer Finn's questions as she was beginning to panic, "No this isn't blood. This is something else."
"I did everything she told me. Where have I seen this before? Shortness of breath, fever, seizing.." She trailed off her friends listening intently as she tried to assess what it could be when it hit her. Poison. "It's poison!" "Clarke, you sterilized everything. I watched you do it," Raven protested from Finn's arms. She noticed Bellamy's eyes follow her own to the bloodied knife. "Not everything."
Bellamy's point of view:
Bellamy snatched the knife from the tray, "Watch her for me." Clambering up the ladder angrily with Clarke on his heels he banged on the locked hatch door. "Open up, it's Bellamy." Storming into the room he stopped before the grounder, holding up the knife coated in Ari's blood. "What's on this?"
There were some questions behind him but he didn't bother answering, leaving that to Clarke. "He poisoned the blade." "What is it? You knew that Ari was going to die this whole time, no matter what we did. What is it? Is there an antidote?" Clarke was practically screaming as she shouted the questions in the grounder's face angrily.
"Clarke, he doesn't understand you," Octavia warned from where she had followed them into the hatch. A sudden realization hit Bellamy. "The vials," he exclaimed, scrambling to get them. He tossed the knife aside with a dull thunk as he passed the metal case to Clarke.
"You'd have to be stupid to carry a poison around this long without an antidote." Her fingers fumbled through the small glass vials as she searched, panting slightly in agitation. "Which one?" The question was directed at the grounder as she shouted it angrily. "Answer the question!" Octavia attempted to soften his bellow, "Show us? Please?" "Our friend is dying down there and you can stop that," Clarke pleaded.
The grounder said nothing, blinking at the slowly in agonizing silence. Rage surged through him as he stepped forward to hit him. "I'll make him show us," he was stopped by Octavia who latched onto his arm. "Bellamy no!" He whirled on her, "He wants Ari to die! Why can't you see that? Do you want to lose her?" Octavia turned to Clarke pleadingly, "Clarke, you even said it yourself. This is not who we are. He was protecting me, he saved my life!"
"We're talking about Ari's life!" Clarke's eyes flickered between the two siblings as they shouted back and forth. Finally they landed on Bellamy, "Do it."
Octavia's point of view:
Miller and the other fuckface tried to push her back down the ladder as she protested but she fought them off. "Just tell us!" The grounder still didn't answer, his eyes locked on her resolutely. She pleaded at him silently with her eyes and received a minute shake of the head in response. Did she want Air to die? Of course not. Did she want the grounder man she felt such a connection with to be tortured? Also no.
She watched, petrified as Bellamy cut away a seatbelt from one of the seats before removing the grounder's shirt. "You're gonna show us the antidote, or you're gonna wish you had," he warned as he finished removing it. "Bellamy, no. Please," she pleaded once more as he got ready to hit him with the seatbelt. She covered her mouth with her hand as the first blow came down on his smooth, chocolate colored skin.
After a second hit, Clarke stopped him. She fell to her knees moving the bottles of plant matter around, "Please. Which one's the antidote?" "Just tell them," Octavia said desperately as tears gathered in her eyes. He only stared at her in defiance, refusing to answer. Bellamy lay a hand on Clarke's shoulder, urging her out of the way. And the torture resumed.
Finn's point of view:
Ari looked so still, so pale. "This is all my fault," he whispered. Raven stepped over to him, "Hey, what happened is not your fault." "I've been so horrible to her, telling her how awful she is. I just kept jabbing at the fact that she was arrested for murder. I didn't even bother listening to her side of it, none of us did. We were all ready to just hate her for it, even Octavia."
Raven's brows furrowed, "So, what changed?" "Clarke said she had told her why she had done it. She wouldn't give us details but she said we could trust her. That she had a good reason for it," Finn explained. Raven's eyes wandered to the unconscious girl, "You don't think she was-" She was cut off as Ari began to seize rather violently. "Clarke, she's getting worse," Finn called, loud enough for the blonde to hear.
Suddenly his friend had gone stock still, her shallow erratic breathing stopping altogether. Finn and Raven lurched up just as she wheezed violently, sputtering as she began to breathe once more. Raven rushed up the ladder, "Watch her!" Finn turned back to Ari anxiously, "If you make it through this, I'll make it up to you."
Raven's point of view:
"What's taking so long? She stopped breathing," Raven called as she entered the room. Bellamy rushed for the ladder, "What?!" Raven pushed him back as she rolled her eyes, something she had picked up from Ari, "She started again but she might not next time." "He won't answer any of our questions," Clarke told her. Glancing at the grounder angrily, who now had a garrote sticking out of his hand, she rushed for the wiring within the hatch she had rigged up a few days prior.
"Wanna bet?" She yanked hard on the blue wires, ripping them from the wall. The grounder who had probably never experienced electricity before, tried to move away grunting in fear. "What are you doing?" "Showing him something new," she answered Bellamy as she sparked the wires together.
"Which one is it?" She shouted in between shock sessions that caused him to shake as violently as Ari had. He hyperventilated, glancing at Octavia in between sessions. His screams of pain echoed through the dropship and the lights hummed as they wavered in and out.
Octavia's point of view:
No one saw her scramble for the knife still lying in the floor. "No more!" They turned to her and Bellamy looked as if he wanted to throttle her. "He's letting Ari die," he roared. Tears streamed down her face as she drug the knife down her arm, grimacing at the deep burning pain. "Octavia, no," pleaded Bellamy.
She brushed him aside as she approached the grounder who had lurched on his chains, watching her with a distraught expression. "He won't let me die," she whispered as she fell to her knees. Using the knife tip she gestured to the bottle in the middle, "This one?" For a moment he didn't answer and fear gripped her. Had she imagined their connection? Desperately she gestured to another, "This one, huh?"
Finally using his head he craned it at the far left, she grabbed the vial, holding it up. "This one?" He glanced at the others before sagging in defeat. Slowly he nodded, his eyes locked on her sadly. She passed the vial to Clarke who thanked her before rushing off.
Worry consumed her as she stared up at her grounder who had closed his eyes, no doubt in immense pain. She began to wrap a rag around the cut on her arm as she got up. When she felt Bellamy's hand on her shoulder she jerked away. "Don't touch me!" Her grounder had reopened his eyes and she knew she couldn't have imagined the connection between them, the warmth, even if she had wanted to.
Clarke's point of view:
Clarke gave Ari half the vial, saving the other half for Octavia. "How do we know if it works?" Clarke answered the question easily, "We'll know when she wakes up. She'll need water when she wakes up though. You mind?" Bellamy shook his head, leaving to get it for her. She stared down at Ari for a moment, guilt overcoming her. "I'm so sorry I acted that way, Ari. You're not just some killer, you're my friend. Please don't die," crying she laid her head on Ari's shoulder.
She was interrupted by the sound of her mother's voice. "Clarke? Can you hear me?" Sniffling, she sat up as she wiped away her tears. "I'm here," she answered shakily. "The storm's passing. How's Ari doing?" "I think she's going to be okay," she called to the radio as she wiped away a few remnant tears. "Well that's mostly thanks to you. I'm so proud of you. Clarke, your father would be so proud of you," her mother said, voice breaking slightly.
Anger filled her as she got up and strode to the radio. "Don't. Talk about him." "Clarke? Baby, I know something else is wrong. Please tell me what it is," her mother replied questioningly. Sobs racked from her body as a new set of tears began to fall. "Dad's dead because of you. I know it. Wells told me everything before he.." She had to stop as she began to sob too hard to be understood.
"He let me believe he did it so I would hate him, instead of you," she could hear her mother crying from the other side of the radio but at this point she didn't care. "Clarke. Clarke I want you to listen to me. That was never supposed to happen. Jaha was supposed to talk him out of it-" She cut her off, "Oh, I am done listening to you!" She cut the radio off angrily, collapsing on the stool beside Ari where her sobs began anew.
Octavia's point of view:
She came up the ladder only to find Clarke wringing out a rag as she tended to her grounder's wounds. Clarke reached out with the wet rag to wash the stab wound on his hand only for him to continuously pull his clenched hand away. "Hey, I need to clean this," she told him soothingly. She tried once more only to be rebuffed.
"Let me try," Octavia suggested, taking the rag as she moved closer. Clarke hovered as Octavia stared up into the warm dark eyes of her grounder. She felt dwarfed next to his tall frame but not intimidated. She felt..safe. Hesitantly she took his hand in her own waiting as he slowly unfurled it, eyes on her the whole time. She began to dab at the wound gently, washing away the blood.
Clarke, of course, ruined the moment. "I never wanted to hurt him, you have to know that Octavia. I just wanted to save Ari." She didn't glance up form her task, "For the record, you didn't save Ari. That was me. But whatever you want to tell yourself to feel better." She seemed to get the hint for she soon left, leaving the two alone.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered to him as she washed the blood from hand. "You saved my life, and look. Look at the thanks you get." She couldn't look him in the eyes this close, it was too intimate. That didn't mean she couldn't feel his eyes on her however. "I never wanted any of this to happen to you," she looked him in the eyes now, trying to convey her sincerity.
Gently he wound his much larger hand around hers when she returned to cleaning his hand. She stopped, keeping her hand in his as she turned her head to stare at him, eyebrows pulling in slightly. He swallowed thickly and then his lips parted. "Thank…you," he whispered. Miller of course had to choose that moment to wake up.
"Hey. Hey, did he say something?" Octavia turned back around to cleaning his wounds, "No." "You know your brother doesn't like you up here, Octavia. Come on, let's go." She continued on, her eyes flickering up to her grounder's, unwilling to go. Trying to buy time she wrung out the rag before carefully replacing it in the bucket. She limped slowly over to the ladder, sending him one last glance before descending with a strange ache in her chest.
Bellamy's point of view:
His leg was bouncing anxiously from where he sat by Ari's bed, where he had sat all night. Clarke paced not too far off, glancing at her patient every few seconds. Suddenly with a slight cough the tiny girl raised her head. She lay it back down with a groan, blinking blearily at the ceiling. When he gave her cold hand a gentle squeeze, her head lolled to the side. She smiled up at him weakly, "Hey."
He grinned, "Hey there. How you feeling?" She groaned quietly, "Like I got stabbed." He laughed, happy to hear her voice even if she was being sarcastic. "Don't scare me like that again, okay?" She rolled her eyes, "Aye, aye, cap'n" And with that admittedly adorable remark she passed out for the second time in two days.
Author's note: I love how they all get the eye rolling from Ari. Anyways a little fluff at the end there for you!