Heart Strings. [Bellamy Blake]

- N I N E T E E N. -

Small beads of water rivered down the dark skin of the Grounder each time Lyra pressed the wet cloth against his body to cleanse his afflicted wounds. Even though the man was restrained, she felt uneasy being near him. Her brain automatically started running through scenarios of what this warrior could do to her if he broke out of his restraints, or if he wasn't restrained at all.

But this man showed no hostility towards her as she tended to his wounds. She could feel how relaxed his body was underneath her touch. His eyes watched her as she cleaned each wound. Does he know I'm not a threat to him? she pondered.

After finally cleaning his wounds, she threw the cloth into the small container of water. The bloodied water rippled from the contact of the cloth.

"Thank... you."

She nearly stumbled upon hearing those faint words. Words so soft that she almost doubted she heard them at all. Her head snapped up to meet the brown eyes of the warrior, her own blue ones full of astonishment.

"You.. you just spoke English..." Lyra mumbled. "But-"

Her stumbling words were interrupted by the clink of the hatch opening. The dark hair of the younger Blake sibling came into view as she climbed up to the highest floor of the dropship.

"We don't have a lot of time," Octavia stated, closing the metal hatch. As she turned around, "I brought you some- Lyra? What are you doing here?"

It was obvious the younger girl was caught off guard as she walked towards them; she wasn't expecting anybody to be in the same room as the Grounder, beside Miller. With him on the video call, she expected to be alone.

"Clarke sent me here to clean him up," Lyra replied, eyeing the two. "What are you doing here?"

The dropship had horrible lighting, but Lyra didn't miss the light shade of red surfacing on Octavia's cheeks. "I, uh, came to bring him some water, and..."

Although her words trailed off, Lyra finished them for her while giving her a suggestive smirk. "You came to talk to him."

Octavia gave her a hesitant nod. The other corner of her lips rose, turning her smirk into a genuine smile. "I'll give you two some privacy, and I won't tell Bellamy. In fact, I'll keep him distracted to give you more time together."

Her friend's brown eyebrows knitted together out of confusion. "Lyra, Bell isn't even here. He left a few minutes ago with Clarke for some supply mission."

In a flash, her smile faded. He didn't tell her. He left camp without telling her.

She forced her lips to curl into a fake smile, putting on a facade. Letting out a nervous chuckle, the lie escaped her lips with ease, "Oh right, I completely forgot! Anyways, I'll give you, uh, your privacy."

The clank of her boots hitting the metal floor echoed through the second level as she walked across the room to the hatch. It let out a creaking sound as she latched it open, allowing her to descend down the rungs of the ladder. As she walked outside of the dropship amongst the bustling members of the camp, her mind began to wonder on the possibility as to why neither Bellamy nor Clarke told her about their supply run. Was there even a reason? Was it just a spur of the moment?

The forest was obviously a dangerous place riddled with Grounders, even more so now that they had kidnapped one of them. Way too dangerous for the two of them to go without backup.

The sudden feeling of a lazy arm resting on her shoulders snapped her out of her thoughts. Her eyes darted to the culprit, only to find the goofy smile of Monty Green. His dark brown eyes were wide with a dazed expression on his face.