After the End [ The 100 ]

25. Notice how Im always saving you?

filler

[eiden]

Monty and Todd are hunched over Bex. Monty's painkiller is half empty as it rests on a stand.

Great timing.

"What happened?" I ask.

Monty lifts his head out his hands. "Bex needs help. An X-ray we don't have right now."

"Can't you make one?" I ask hopefully.

Monty's eyes narrow slightly. "No," he enunciates.

I look away and drop Ali's hand. Bex's face has drained of color, so have her lips. My hand reaches for the hem of her shirt, but before pulling, I look out for her confirmation. She gives a slight nod, so I lift her shirt to get a look at her bandage. No bleeding. Maybe I used one too big, and it's restricting her lungs, or putting too much pressure on her ribs.

As dead as she looks, her chest rises and falls regularly. She's been looking me dead in the eyes, but she doesn't feel like talking.

"How long has she been like this? I mean, what happened?"

"The nuts everyone ate! She was laughin' and rollin' around. I didn't know she was gonna-" Todd goes. "Bex what is it, really?"

She just shakes her head. "There's nothing you can do. Just... leave that here and leave me alone. All of you."

I chew the inside of my lip before hesitantly lowering her shirt.

"It's obviously worse than it looks. Probably punctured something," she says slowly. Her eyes are droopy, long blinks, annoyance on her face.

"You're gonna be fine, Bex," I tell her anyway. That probably isn't true.

"I will be with some space."

It doesn't even begin to annoy me. I just keep looking down at her, trying to transfer all my sympathy with my eyes. Hoping it somehow converts to healing for her.

She's not my favorite person in the world, but she's brave, and none of the other prisoners have done anything like she has. The closest I've seen to her bravery is Bellamy, but he's a foot and a half taller with about fifty more pounds of muscle.

"I'm gonna go get Clarke. She's busy with Dax, but she needs to at least check you out, Beatrice," I say. With that I leave, hearing Ali behind me but sort of ignoring her.

As we walk, one of the prisoners helps Dax whose wrists have been tied. While mine are free... maybe because I've never tried to kill Bellamy.

I watch him, mouth agape, and head over to the male delinquent.

"He's hurt bad," he says. I think his name is Rory or something.

As helpless as I've felt today, I grab Dax's arm after meeting his tired, sunken eyes. Together - his name is Roni - Roni and I help a hobbling Dax into the drop ship. Halfway back, Ali takes his waist, helping us. The smile on my face is supposed to be grateful, but my exhaustion has probably sweat it away.

Once he's sitting, I do everyone the favor of getting away as fast as possible. With all our injuries, it's no surprise there's a cot available.

If only Finn were here. He'd be able to keep Dax calm, and he wouldn't hate me for what I did. It's clear now that I've gone off the rails. Not only am I bonkers, but I'm pretty freaking bananas.

Dax leans back in pain, squeezing his hair. My fingers inch behind me before I feel the tarp. Peeling it back slightly, I slip out unnoticed behind the drop ship.