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Tatum's painful cries became exhausting with every stitch threaded into her skin. A grounder woman who was their medic stitched the open wounds on her body, the most painful being her back, which she knew would be scared for the rest of her life. It made her think of Murphy despite not ever wanting to think of him again, but she thought about the torture he had to endure while being a prisoner as well. All she could think of is how scared he must've been.
They were more alike than they thought.
Hearing someone come inside, Tatum lifted her head to see Dominic. In his hand was a small hand carved bowl that was made of deer horns. A smile grew on her lips. The young boy took small steps in her direction and he had a shy look on his face. When he stood in front of her, he outstretched the bowl. "For me?" She asked and pointed to herself.
He nodded silently.
She slowly took the bowl and peeked inside to see a clear liquid and she felt weak. She immediately brought it to her lips and her eyes closed blissfully as the feeling of the water sliding down her throat. "Chof." Thank you.
Dominic took the bowl back but he still stood there. She took the time to notice his eyes in the light. They were green like the leaves sewn on his clothes. Like the trees outside. "You saw the fight?" She spoke softly. He nodded his head, still not speaking. She grinned. "Was I any good?"
The corners of his mouth turned up.
"Are you scared of me?" She asked this time. One of her eyebrows raised. When he nodded his head once again, Tatum frowned. She didn't blame him for being afraid. Her first thought was about the missiles that landed in their village. They killed so many woman and children. The thought of it made her sick. "We hurt you."
His head titled to the side, his green eyes staring at her curiously.
"Where are your parents?"
He shifted on his feet, which were now covered by shoes, his hands fidgeting with the bowl in his grasp. "Dead." The single word slipped from his lips.
Tatum frowned again. The flaps of the tent opened and Lexa walked in with Gustus and Indra by her side. Dominic's eyes widened.
"Dominik, ban op yumi." Indra instructed in a firm voice. Dominic, leave us.
He didn't hesitate to run out of the tent. Tatum looked between the three of them with nervous eyes. She felt pain again in her stitched woulds. Indra stepped forward, her hand rested on her weapon. "Your friend has left. She proved herself worthy." She spoke emotionlessly.
The thought of Octavia leaving without her made the girl feel dreadful. She swallowed a lump in her throat. "What about me?" She said barely above a whisper.
