Hell and Back (The 100)

09- Lost Cause

   My eyelids droop in exhaustion, too tired to keep my own body awake after three days of not sleeping at all. Slowly, my head slides down my arm until it lands on the the hard surface beneath me. Exhaustion takes over my body as I start to fall into a dreamless sleep. My head rests partially on top of Jaspser's arm, the same arm that I've been holding on to since last night when I grabbed his hand in mine.

The small nap I hadn't planned on taking is immediately cut short just after a few seconds when I hear Clark and Finn's voice followed by Jasper's loud moan. I jolt awake, blinking rapidly as if that would clear the tiredness from my eyes. Clark weakly smiles when she sees I'm awake once again. She's been egging on me to go rest downstairs, but I refuse to leave Jasper's side.

"The Grounders cauterized the wound." Clarke tends back to Jasper's wound with a cloth. "Saved his life."

Finn walks over to a nearby wall and leans back against it. His eyes linger on me for a second before going back to Clarke. "Saved his life to string him up as live bait."

I push my hair back out of my face. I blink several times, wishing I would wake up already.

Clarke cleans the area around the wound. "This is infected."

I sit up a little straighter. "Meaning what?"

"He could be septic." Clarke replies, analyzing the wound.

My stomach flops at her words.

"Any progress on using the wristbands to contact the Ark?" Clarke looks over towards Monty, where he has been sitting for the last few days, trying to figure out how to use the wristbands to our advantage. Monty chooses to ignore her and keeps staring at Jasper with a blank face. "Monty?"

"That would be a firm no." Monty finally answers her.

Clarke sighs, "My mother would know what to do."

I squeeze Jasper's hand tighter. I don't like knowing that there's nothing I can do to hep him. The only person that can has been working nonstop to make sure he doesn't get worse. Clarke said she grew up with her mother always fixing wounds and working in the hospital area of the Ark. She would know best on how to save Jasper.

Wells walks over to the three of us and crouches down by Jasper's feet. "How's he doing?"

"How does it look like he's doing, Wells?" Clarke snaps.

Wells stares at her, taken aback. "I'm just trying to help."

I softly smile at Wells. He is always wanting to help, yet always gets shut down by Clarke. She basically bites his head off every time. My attention quickly adverts away from Wells to a moaning in pain Jasper. His whole body rises and falls as he continues to gasp for a breath.

"Alright. You want to help?" Clarke looks up at Wells after glancing at me. "Hold him down."

The expression on Clarke's face has me worryingly glancing between her and Jasper. She has a plan up her sleeve and I'm terrified of what it might be. She's doing everything she can to save him, but putting Jasper in more pain to make him better, hurts me as well.

Wells holds down both of Jasper's legs. Even Finn steps forward to grab on to Jasper's lower body. I share a long look with Clarke before slipping my hand out of Jasper's to hold down his shoulders for whatever she may to do him next.

Clarke sticks the blade of the knife into the small flame of the fire beside her. My stomach churns at the thought of what she is about to do to Jasper.