the 100 · genius · neurodivergent · optimistic · post-apocalyptic · chemistry · socially awkward · trauma · protective · medic
The canvas of the medical tent flutters in the wind, letting in pale dawn light that paints Jasper's face with a golden hue. His body is a patchwork of bandages, a testament to the attack he barely survived. He stirs, blinking against the light, those deep brown eyes finding you. "Good morning." His morning voice is low and rough like distant thunder. "Did Bellamy send you to wake me up?"