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It is a miracle to survive such a fatal wound. Both Jasper and I for that matter. After everything that happened on the Ark, Jasper and Monty getting locked up and getting taken away as an accomplice in Chancellor Jaha's murder, I thought our luck had run out. Maybe Earth gave us more of that luck, so hopefully I didn't just waste it on my flesh wound.
My shoulder is recovering quite quickly, all thanks to Clarke's medical skills. It's still sore but I can move it around without a sling just fine. As far as work goes, I'm only able to do the least physically challenging ones, like weave baskets, or sort out rations and small items. But, I'm not complaining too hard for most people have to help build a wall around camp, and that's a whole sport in itself.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I nervously chuckle as I comb a strand of my messy wavy dark brown hair behind my ear.
Since my arm is still healing, I was put on backpack making duty. Or whatever I can make out of cloth and fabric that could be useful. Bags, food pouches, blankets, bandage wraps, pillows, belts, and too many more things I am tired of putting together. Sure, I get the pleasure of not helping build the wall, but sitting down on my ass to sew and mend all day isn't any better.
"A blind man could see the way he looks at you," Monty shakes his head, helping me thread a makeshift water pouch from leather I was able to get my hands on. He is not putting in any hard work however, just assisting me by talking about anything else other than what to sew next.
It has been a week since we successfully saved Jasper, and since Clarke, Finn, and Wells practically brought me back to life. I came to find out I had severe blood loss, and my body flew into shock from it. The weird "dreams" I was having weren't dreams at all. Finn said I was so pale when they woke up, he thought I was already dead. There was nothing they could do to wake me up, and it sent them into a huge panic. Thankfully they all were able to hurry me out of there and back to camp. They found Bellamy in the forest on the way back, watching after Atom who was slowly dying from radiation burns. How Clarke described it, Bellamy refused to let anyone else carry me back because he "thought he would be faster". She said that is the first time she ever saw him genuinely afraid, but I was not conscious to see the look in his eye to confirm Clarke's story. I tried bringing it up to him once, but he shot me down by threatening me with latrine bucket cleaning. Let's just say I never brought it up again.
It's also been a week since Wells... passed away. It's not as hard anymore. To think about him. Clarke's cries while she held onto his mangled body haunt me at night though. The way she took his bloody shirt into her balled up fits and let his own sticky blood smear onto her face while she laid her head on his breathless chest. The image is still vivid in my mind. Clarke seems okay- she hasn't told me otherwise. It's only obvious the death of a friend is going to hurt. I don't know what I would have done if Jasper did.
