So I thought I would clear up any confusion about how to pronounce the main character's name haha. Lina is pronounced LEE-NUH, as in Angelina without the Ange- lol Keep leaving reviews I love to read them! Thanks for all the positive feedback!

"I'm really surprised that my brother would pull a knife on someone like that." Octavia commented as they walked towards the ship. Lina looked over sideways at her. "He's a pretty rational person." She continued "I'd expect him to yell at the guy, but to actually pull his knife and draw blood…" she was shaking her head and the big man beside her stifled a laugh.

Lincoln was probably the largest man Lina had ever encountered. He was almost savage like in his appearance and movements. But he didn't scare Lina, in fact she felt oddly comfortable around him. Maybe that was because he seemed to be one of the only people in Camp Jaha that didn't stare at her with hate written across his face.

"What's funny?" she asked him but he only shook his head. The showers were worse than she'd expected. A few small hoses dribbled water onto the ground separated by metal doors and hanging tarps. At the entrance there was an area to pick up and drop off soap. The very thought of sharing soap with hundreds of complete strangers made Lina cringe. Did she really need to shower?

But despite her skepticism, a long sigh escaped her mouth when the warm water splattered her face. Careful to keep her back as dry as possibly, she let it wash away the dirt and blood from her skin and generously applied the soap over her body, including her hair. It felt as though she had been standing under the water for hours when Octavia's voice rang from outside her stall. She'd been warned that each person was allotted three minutes of water. Anything longer and guards would come hull you away for wasting resources.

Grudgingly, she shut the water off and pulled her clothes down from the small nail she had hanged them on. Although she'd only worn the new clothes for a few hours, they somehow seemed dirty to her. Maybe it wasn't the dust and debris that made them feel filthy to her, maybe it was the echo of Robert's words that still clung to the fabric.

You should have died in that mountain, girl, his voice screamed in her head. You should be buried in the ground with the rest of your fucking people. Images of her family and friends rushed to the forefront of her mind; images that she'd been trying desperately to suppress.

"Lina, come on." Octavia prompted her along. As quickly as she could Lina slipped into the clothing once again, her thoughts back on Robert. He had said something else before Bellamy silenced him. You might as well just let me finish what you started back in the mountain. It wasn't the words themselves, it was the way he'd said them and look he'd given Bellamy. Almost as though they were directed to him, and him alone.

The two girls and Lincoln took their time walking back to Bellamy's tent. Lina had to admit that she felt refreshed and more awake after her shower. Her company had been asking her all sorts of questions about life inside Mount Weather.

"What did you do for fun?"

"Usually played cards and got drunk." She explained how some kids were able to make alcohol by distilling wheat that they stole from the kitchen.

"Did you go to school?"

"Of course we did." She described some her favorite classes to them, like World History and Literature. Octavia seemed absolutely shocked that Lina's life underground was so similar to hers in the sky. Lincoln on the other hand became very quiet. She assumed that life as a Grounder was vastly different from hers and Octavia's. A part of her wanted to ask him questions about his childhood, but she didn't.

"Hey," Octavia grabbed Lina's hand before she was able to step into Bellamy's tent "if you need anything, just find me. Okay?" Her eyes were more serious that she'd ever seen them. In that moment Lina could have cried at the girl's kindness. "I know that sometimes my brother can be a real dick," she grinned "but you'll be safe with him." She gave Lina's hand a final squeeze and released her. Octavia and Lincoln began to walk in the opposite direction when she turned around and shouted "Oh, and you have my permission to kick his ass if he's mean."

Lina had a wide smile on her face when Bellamy appeared from the tent. She looked up at his face and found a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. He had apparently heard his sister's final words. She saw a light in his rather dark eyes that she had not seen before, a light that she was sure only a sister could bring about. He squinted down at her, shielding his eyes from the bright sun.

"I have to check on some things." His voice was flat, as though he wanted nothing less than to 'check on some things'. "Mind taking a walk?" although it was posed as a question, she knew she couldn't say no. "I figured once I'm done we can take lunch back to the tent." His suggestion took a huge weight off of her shoulders. She had been dreading going back to the dining area.

"Yes, please." She squeaked. He handed her a canteen and held out his hand with two small pills resting in his palm. She recognized the medicine Abby had instructed her to take. Every three hours, she was supposed to swallow this medicine and pray that it didn't make her vomit. So far, so good.

As she had yesterday, Lina stood behind Bellamy as he spoke with different groups of people. She listened to him give orders, hear reports, and argue with a few people who weren't happy with her presence. After a while she became good at reading his freckled face and guessing his responses before he gave them. She made it into a little game in order to pass the time, and before she knew it they were in line at the kitchen. She hadn't gotten a chance to finish her breakfast, and her stomach reminded her of this loud and clear.

"Dito." Bellamy said when her stomach lurched a second time. She looked up at him in confusion.

"What?" she asked, unsure of the word he'd used.

"Dito, it's kinda like a way of saying 'me too'." He laughed gesturing to her stomach and then to his own. She decided that she liked his laugh. It was something she could tell was rare, but pleasant nonetheless. Their walk back to the tent was slow, and she knew that he kept his pace at a manageable pace for her. The two of them sat on their respective beds and Lina began to guzzle down the food she'd been given.

"Easy," he warned "too fast and you'll upset your stomach." Lina nodded and did her best to take smaller bites. But it was too late. Her stomach was beginning to curdle and her mouth started salivating. She sprang to her feet and ran for the exit, and she kept running in hopes of making it to the fence. She felt it rising in her throat as she dodged in between tents. When her outstretched hand finally collided with the wire fence, she vomited on the ground in front of her.

It stung the back of her throat and her eyes began to water, blurring her vision. Her insides shook as she retched a second time. Lina was very aware of Bellamy's large hand on her back as she doubled over again. His free hand pulled the hair from her face and held it away at the base of her neck.

"Get away." She said in a rasping voice as she flung her arm back at him. She didn't want anyone to see her get sick. It was disgusting and she was sure that her face was red and shining with sweat. "Leave me alone." She swatted at him again but his hand caught her wrist. He held it in the air for a few seconds before releasing her. Lina's stomach constricted again, but there was nothing left inside of her.

"You think it's done?" he asked when a few minutes had passed. His deep voice seemed a bit softer, almost comforting. She nodded and straightened her back. "Let's go get you to Abby." He left his hand on her back and guided her in the direction of the ship.

"I think I'm okay." She wiped her mouth with the back of her sleeve. "It was probably just the food mixed with the medicine. No need to bother Abby." She desperately wanted to avoid the medical center. She'd been there so often that she was afraid they might make her sleep there, with the sick and the dying. She thought of the dead man she'd seen lying on Abby's table and shivered. Bellamy stopped walking and turned to her. His eyes studied her face and she felt a red hot flush creep into her cheeks under his scrutiny.

"You don't have to go inside." He said, sensing her hesitation to visit the doctor. "But I want her to know what's going on." Bellamy pressed his hand flat against her shoulder blade and nudged her to keep walking. "If she has any serious concerns then I can't stop her from bringing you in, but if it's just a matter of switching medicines or getting rest then we can handle it on our own."

Lina's head perked up when she'd heard the word we. So Bellamy thought of them as a team rather than a babysitter and child. She liked that. She also liked the warmth that had begun to trickle through her body from the point on her back where his hand lay. Another shiver ran down her spine

They reached the medical center and as promised, Bellamy left her in the hallway while he spoke to Abby. There were at least twenty other people in her office, which explained Abby's red face and disheveled appearance. She was extremely busy. The doctor didn't seem too surprised by the news which made Lina a bit more at ease with her vomiting episode. It must have been something that Abby had anticipated because she had a bottle of pills ready to hand over to Bellamy.

Back at his tent he repeated what Abby had told him. The first pills were probably too strong for her system to handle, and so the new medicine won't work as quickly, but should still help. She nodded and took two more pills like the good little patient she was. Abby had also provided Bellamy with extra bandages and more of the ointment that they had used on her back. The medical center was so busy that Abby had trusted them to redress her wounds on their own.

"We should take them off now while there's nothing going on." Bellamy cleared his throat. "Then, uh, wrap you back up before we get dinner."

Lina knew that arguing would be useless so they went about it in a very professional manner. She turned her back to him and he lifted her shirt and removed the medical tape from each burn with minimal touching. She didn't feel nearly as uncomfortable as she had the last time Bellamy saw her this way.

" It really doesn't look too bad." He commented. He was so close to her that she could feel the breath of his words on the back of her neck and shoulders. "I know it probably hurts like a bitch though."

"It's not like it was." She gave a small shrug before melting into her cot with her back facing the ceiling. The long sleeve shirt was pulled up over her shoulders so that it wouldn't irritate the blisters. He was about to sit on his bed when they heard Kane's voice call his name from outside. Lina hoisted herself up onto her elbows, ready to pull her shirt back down in case the chancellor took it upon himself to enter the tent. Bellamy strode to the flap and disappeared from her view. She could hear the two men whispering for a few moments before he returned.

"He wants to talk to you." Bellamy surprised her by crouching down at the side of her cot, making their faces level. Lina's cheek pressed into the thin mattress as she watched Bellamy speak. His fingers clung to the edge of the bed keeping him steady. "Do you want me to have him come back another time?" his eyes drifted down over the curve of her back. "Or are you okay to talk with him now?"

"I'll talk to him." She didn't want to appear weak so she pushed herself back onto her elbows. As she was about to reach around and tug her shirt down in the back, Bellamy's hands were already gripping the hem. Very slowly he dragged the fabric over her scorched skin, the backs of his fingers sliding along her sides as he did so. She let out a short ragged breath at the sensation that his skin left on hers.

When Kane finally showed himself, she was sitting at the edge of the bed waiting. Bellamy had stepped out so the two of them could speak privately, but she was sure he hadn't ventured far. Kane looked tired but the fatigue didn't resonate in his voice.

"Marcelina." He greeted, letting his mouth curve into a small smile

"Lina." She corrected.

"How are you feeling?"

"Fine." She shrugged, not really knowing how else to answer. Kane knew it was a lie.

"I want you to know that the men who hurt you are going to be punished." His eyes were hard as he said the words. She wished he would sit down so that he wouldn't tower over her and seem so menacing. When he made no effort to find a seat, Lina rose to her feet.

"I don't care if they're punished." She snapped, taken aback by her own intensity. "I don't care what happens to them as long as they leave me alone."

"They won't come near you again." his head bobbed up and down in a curt nod. "Your back?" he asked.

"Fine." There was a brief moment where she thought he was going to ask to see the burns, but he didn't.

"Do you have enough to keep you warm?"

"Yes."

She couldn't explain why she was being so short with Kane, and she knew it was rude to do so. The man had shown her nothing but kindness from the second she'd awoken in his camp. But she was angry, not at him particularly, but in general. She was angry about the situation she was in; angry about the men who had tied her to posts and electrocuted her; angry about her people suffocating inside the mountain that had been their home.

"I'm sorry." She looked down at her feet, ashamed of herself. "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Kane."

"And I apologize for the behavior of my people. I expected more from them." he admitted with his mouth set in a straight line. The conversation ended and Kane took his leave. Bellamy didn't return to the tent, but she knew in her gut that he was only a few feet away, standing on the other side of the thin wall. She laid herself back down and pulled the shirt up again relishing the way the cool evening air felt as it brushed against her skin. Although she was cold, she made no effort to warm herself.

Lina wasn't sure how much time had passed since Kane's visit, but she was sure that she had dozed off once or twice. Bellamy had still not reentered his tent when she finally sat up and placed her feet on the hard ground.

Without warning, Lina hunched over and hurled. The contents of her stomach formed a reddish brown puddle between her feet.

Blood.