Of The Sea : John Murphy

Simon Says Fight The Girl

I sat by the fire, trying my best to fit in with the crowd as I kept a close eye on Adrian hitched up in the post.

"Hey there." Hot breath brushed against my ear.

I shivered and looked over my shoulder to see a grinning idiot.

"Fuck off." I growled, sending him a sharp look.

He put his hands up in surrender then strolled off, leaving me be. These people are just constantly looking for a place to stick it, one corner there's a couple going at it, in another tent there's three doing the deed. But at least they had some restraint.

Sighing, I turned my attention back to my second.

"You should probably let me check that." A gentle voice spoke from my left.

I looked up to see a blonde looking down at me. Clarke, I believe her name was. I glanced down at my hand that was covering arm, then back up at her. "It's fine, really."

"It looks like it's still sort of bleeding, I wouldn't call that fine." She objected with a smile, crouching down and holding a hand out with eyes that were so soft you could sleep in them.

I pursed my lips and held it up to her, wiping the dried blood on my hand down the side of my pants.

She frowned slightly then looked back up at me. I saw the darkness under her eyes and saw a deep sadness behind her crystal-like eyes.

"Come into the drop ship, I need to get this cleaned up before you get an infection."

I looked her over, from the stress stitched in her brows to the hollow colour of her cheeks. I could see that she just needed to distract herself from whatever it was in her mind.

In the moment of sympathy, I caved.

"If it helps you sleep at night." I smiled, sending Adrian one last look to make sure he was still alright.

I pushed myself up with a soft groan and followed her into the metal built vessel.

Stepping in, I assessed every corner visible to me. Where the hell was the healer that bitch kept yapping on about?

The bitch sent me into a trap didn't she.

There was a metallic creak and something above opened, a young man crawled from a hole and down the ladder, his expression bored and exhausted.

Clarke led me over to a seat with a bunch of strange supplies, including a proper needle and thread.

She grabbed a rag and a bottle, wetting it and grabbing my arm.

"I-I'm sorry I don't think I know you're name." She seemed embarrassed.

"Th- uh... Sarah..." I introduced. "Lancaster."

She nodded, dabbing the cloth on my cuts. It stung a lot but I didn't show it, keeping my eyes steadied on the ladder in the centre of the drop ship.

Maybe that was where they kept the healer.

"Looks like you have some splinters, what happened here anyway." She conversed, setting the cloth down and picking up a metal device.

"Anger issues." I answered bluntly.

She nodded understandingly and started picking at scraps of broken wood lodged into my skin.

Within the minute, another young male entered the drop ship to climb up the ladder before shutting the hatch and not emerging again.

I felt a piece get extracted from my inner arm and nearly shuddered at the sensation.

"You don't react much to pain." She commented.