The first death Clara dealt with was of an older boy named Joel. He had thick curly hair and a lopsided smile. He had a nasty temper and was easy to provoke, but he had always been excellent with the few animals that WICKED provided. The animals trusted him, and that was enough for Clara to like him.

It had been an accident. A knock on the head after falling from the roof of the barn. He had missed the massive haystack by a metre and was instantly unconscious. 

It had been a week when Clara had finally figured out that he was never waking up. He had snapped too many parts of his spine, and his head was beginning to swell. No matter how much she wanted to fix him, she couldn't.

Leo and Tris took his body near the wall and dug a shallow grave for him, and as a group, the glade had held a makeshift funeral. Maybe it was in an attempt to hold onto their humanity, or maybe it was an attempt to feel normal, but Clara didn't feel anything.

She had been unable to save him, and although she knew that death was never something that she could avoid, that they were all going to die eventually, the guilt still kept her up at night.

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