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I went straight to bed, not wanting to allow more time for my thoughts to delve into everything that had happened that day, not wanting the darker ends of my mind to take over, falling asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.
"Octavia!"
I rolled on the bed to see who was screaming at the top of their lungs so close to me, having woken me up from my more-than-earned rest. I rubbed my eyes trying to focus my gaze, seeing Bellamy's worried face once I opened them.
"Bellamy? You look like..." I bit my tongue. "What's going on?"
"I can't find Octavia."
"How long has it been?" I sat up on the bed and stretched my arms.
"Since you went to bed?" I nodded. "An hour."
"I thought she was with Monty and Jasper."
"I can't find her." I furrowed my eyebrows. "Nowhere in camp."
The tiredness vanished from my body as soon as he said those words with that mix of worry and guilt in his voice. I quickly grabbed my boots, reminding him that this was her tent and, therefore, the first place he should've looked into, not the last.
"I already did." He ran a hand through his hair. "I came again to check if she was back."
"Then why didn't you wake me up the first time?"
"Because I thought I could find her on my own."
"You should have told me." I grabbed my jacket following him out of the tent. "Have you asked the rest?"
"Most of them."
"Then let's go ask the rest."
We walked around camp looking for Octavia, finding Clarke sat just outside of Finn's tent who, I assumed, was asleep; her gaze had been on the floor but as soon as she heard us coming, she looked up, disgust written all over her face, not that it bothered me because that was her problem to solve.
"You're up," Bellamy spoke first.
"Yeah, knowing that hundreds of people might be dying on the Ark makes it pretty hard to sleep."
