Heart Strings. [Bellamy Blake]

- F I F T E E N. -

The trek back to the dropship was nothing except filled with silence. Octavia didn't mention what had happened to her or talk about the Grounder. No one chatted about the death of three comrades while trying to find Octavia. Lyra didn't want anyone to mention the fact she almost got kidnapped by a Grounder, like Octavia. Most importantly, no one spoke about Finn.

Finn laid nearly lifeless in Bellamy's arms as they walked as quickly as possible back to camp. His skin had paled from the loss of blood, but Lyra routinely checked his pulse every few minutes to make sure the boy was still alive. He wasn't going to die, and she was going to make sure of it. She was going to do everything in her power to keep him alive.

The handmade fortress surrounding the camp finally came into view almost like they were the gates of Heaven. Lyra let out a sigh of relief upon seeing the camp. It was good to finally be safe in the new place she had grown to call home. Sadly, she wouldn't be able to relax for a while, not with Finn being injured.

"They're back!" The watchman shouted. Upon their announced arrival, the wooden gates of the camp opened up to allow them in.

Lyra spotted the blonde hair of her friend that she desperately needed in order to help Finn. Upon spotting her, she called out, "Clarke! Clarke!"

The blonde turned around in the direction of her name being called out with a smile in anticipation of everyone returning safely back to camp. Her smile immediately dropped at the sight of Finn's almost lifeless body being carried in. It was painful to witness her delighted expression to twist into a look of horror as she sauntered towards the group.

"Finn?" Her voice broke as she spoke softly in disbelief. "Oh my god... Oh my god, Finn."

Hearing the name of her boyfriend immediately caught Raven's attention. Jogging towards the crowd around the returned, she gasped upon the sight of Finn. Lyra felt a pang of sadness in her chest at the two girls. Both of them had deep feelings for Finn, and she couldn't imagine what they were feeling. Seeing the one person they loved injured, looking nearly beyond repair.

"He's still alive," Lyra stated, placing a hand on Clarke's shoulder in attempt to comfort her. "But we need to get him to the dropship to operate now. Or he won't be alive for long."

Clarke nodded in agreement; it was obvious she was still in shock at the sight of his damaged body. Two male delinquents that were crowded around them took Finn out of Bellamy's arms to relieve him of his duty, and they carried him to the dropship. Any sign of Finn disappeared behind the red fabric that served as the entrance.

Lyra examined the desperate, broken looks on both faces of Raven and Clarke. They were terrified. Rightfully so. "Hey, I'm going to go ahead and get him prepped. We will figure this out."

Both distraught women nodded before Lyra sauntered towards the dropship. Before stepping inside of the dropship, she took one last glance at the people she was leaving. They had just arrived back to their home, and Octavia and Bellamy looked to already be in a heated argument, causing her to frown. He was so desperate to find his sister that he scrounged a whole search party to find her. She was excited and relieved that her brother rescued her from that cave. Now, they were already arguing. Sighing, Lyra pushed those thoughts to the back of her head and entered the dropship to begin saving the spacewalker.

• • •

Rain furiously hit against the metal of the dropship and the wind was blowing quickly, enough to shake the dropship. There was a storm raging outside the door of the dropship. Claps of thunder rattled the metal they were all encased in.

While Clarke and Raven tried to get signal from the Ark on the new radio, Lyra was tending to Finn's nasty wound. She had already gently cleaned around the wound for the second time now and placed a new dampened cloth around the blade that was penetrating his skin. She had also placed a cloth on his forehead to collect the beads of sweat forming from his pained figure. Though he was unconscious, his body was trying its best to fight and heal itself.