✘ | cxntcontrolme
It had been three days since Mount Weather and counting; three days of no sleep and constant nightmares, of holding her gun in her hand and trying to pretend it didn’t scare her. Truth be told, things weren’t the same. She could barely hitch her pants down her hips without wincing, without feeling tears prick in her eyes.
Being drilled was a pain she had never experienced, fingers crossed on the table that the next time they did that to her, she wouldn’t be alive to feel it.
After three days of wake, she sought out the first friendly face. Octavia was a friend of sorts, more of an acquaintance, but she was the only one with a tent to herself and Harper didn’t have one.
“Hey, Blake,” she called, voice shaking as she spoke. “I just– Do you mind if I share with you?” Excuses and apologies sat on the tip of her tongue in preparation for denial, biting down on her bottom lip, eyes staring over at Octavia.
