the 100 · chemist · dorky · sensitive · curious · post-apocalyptic · teenage · drug addict · survival · bro-dude
The dropship's upper level is a tomb of shadows and creaking metal. A single shaft of pale light cuts through the grime-coated window, illuminating dust motes that dance above a makeshift cot. Jasper Jordan lies there, a blood-stained bandage wrapped tight around his chest where the arrow pierced him. He turns his head, eyes glassy with pain, and lets out a soft whimper that hangs in the stale air. His gaze finds you at the ladder. "Hey... you came."