A Helping Hand

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Wells sat in his tent alone, getting the first proper nights rest he’d had in what felt like ages. He hadn’t realised how much worrying over Clarke had affected him. And now finally having her back safe, he could rest a little easier. He slept through the commotion of the others returning to camp, only waking up to check on Clarke again. After making sure she was still okay, and still real, he went to go check on the others who had returned. Only not all of them were back. He patiently listened to their plan of going back to find them, Finn and Murphy, and immediately volunteered. But of course he couldn’t go, not with his leg in the state that it was in. It was the same reason he wasn’t able to go after Clarke when she was missing. While initially reluctant to agree to let Clarke go again, he realised she wasn’t going to listen.

He needed to keep himself busy if he wanted to stay sane. Because at this rate, he would go crazy with worry over Clarke. He’d only just gotten her back and now she was out putting herself in danger again. So he decided to go to medical. The others had told him about a young girl they’d found. She was the only survivor and he thought maybe he could help her out. Mel, her name was? She’d probably been through hell, so if there was anything he could do to help, he would. Limping his way into the room on his crutches, a cup of clean water in hand, Wells found her sitting alone on a bed. He assumed Abby had already checked her out and so he made his way over to her. “Hey,” he called, so as not to startle her. “You’re Mel right? I’m Wells.” He sat on the bed opposite to her, giving her some space. “I got you this, thought you might need it,” He offered her the cup, smiling.

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Fingers barely closed around a ball in her hand, Mel tried to manage to fully grip something with her injured hand, but with the lack of adrenaline in her system and the lack of need for her body to get to it, her body just didn’t manage to do it. It would heal, they said, but Mel would rather get to do something. She wanted to help set up this place. She wanted to do anything she could in order to earn her place and repay the new-found friends for saving her. She still felt conflicted over how it happened in many ways. It still hurt her, that her friend Stirling had to die in order for her to survive. That stung, that hurt so much. She had failed to keep him out of trouble and then he died to save her.

Mel sighed as she put the arm back down, resting it on her legs as someone came in. She knew that face. She had seen it before. On an Ark broadcast. He was related to someone important, she knew, but she was in Factory, she rarely paid much attention to the council, unless they touched one of her friends. She still couldn’t do much about it. His name, though, rung every bell: Wells. As in Wells Jaha. Son of the previous chancellor, privileged kid, that still always appeared to be more caring than his father, at least he seemed to be much more human to all of them.

“I am. Jaha, right?” She asked him, just to be sure. In reality Mel never really cared for status. She had her job and did it, but everyone was just human, weren’t they? He was no exception to that. “What is it?” She reached out with her unharmed arm and took the cup from him. It looked like water, like actual fresh water. It even felt cold to the touch. Mel raised it to her lips and took a drink. Hadn’t the siblings given her water, she would have gulped that water down in one swig, but she only took a sip before looking at him. “Thank you. What happened to your leg?”

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“I am. Jaha, right?” He nodded in confirmation. So she knew him. Hopefully that wouldn’t prove to be a problem. Strangers reacted to him differently, and it was usually completely based on their opinion of his father. It wasn’t always fair, but Wells had learned to deal with it. He didn’t like to complain. He just hoped Mel wouldn’t judge him before at least getting to know him a little better. Though based on past experience that seemed to be unlikely.

“What is it?” He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion for a moment before pulling himself from his thoughts and answering her. “Don’t worry it’s just water,” he said with a smile, hoping to reassure her. She seemed very hesitant; cautious. Which he supposed was understandable. She’d been through a lot, and not just physically. It would take some time for those deeper wounds to heal, and so Wells didn’t take her apparent distrust personally. He was still some stranger. She had a right to be wary. His smile grew however and relief filled him when she finally took a sip. Taking it as a sign that maybe she was beginning to trust him. He didn’t mean any harm after all.

“What happened to your leg?” He looked down at it for a moment as she mentioned it. “It’s nothing.” He didn’t want her feeling concern for him. Especially not in the state she was in. “It broke on the way down here from space,” he glanced up for a moment, briefly remembering the traumatic descent. “Rough ride, huh.” It was something they both had in common. They were both injured in the descent. And seeing as she was the only one they found from her station, they’d both lost people too, he thought, remembering his father’s sacrifice to save them. “And you?” He asked nodding towards her injuries. Wells suspected she’d give the same answer, but he wanted to ask anyway.

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On the way down. She could relate to that. Even now she had no idea how she had ended up on the cliff – alive most importantly while every one else on factory died. Everyone else was robbed of their life and she somehow found herself on a cliff, clinging on for life and getting help. How was that even possible? Maybe she needed her memories back in order to fully go through this and heal from the trauma of it. But she had time. She had time now. She was here in the camp. She could settle, she could distract herself. And as it seemed people stuck together closer. Otherwise how would Wells Jaha see if she was okay? It was cute.

“I don’t know.” She replied honestly. She looked at her arm. “I don’t remember much.” It was a sad truth. She had a bit gap in her memory and it didn’t feel good at all. She wanted to know what she was missing in her memory. “I remember waking after this dropship tore from the Ark and then… nothing." A few fuzzy memories of people screaming. Shaking. And that was it. That was all she remembered. Maybe she would regain her memories after a while. Maybe not. It was out of her control. “Do you remember everything of the crash?” She asked. She hadn’t spoken to anyone about the missing memories yet or about their memories. He was the first, maybe it was because he was closer to her age than the doctors here.

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