Born Fighter (Falling Skies Fan-Fic)

Chapter 12

2 weeks later

Its been almost two weeks since our last skitter attack which has definitely set everyone on edge. After the first attack, we immediately sent a group of people out to go check out the rubble ship, sadly that meant Ben had to go with them. While they were gone, Isabel came and visited me almost everyday. 

Before Tom left after he visited me, he told me I was forced to be on bed rest until I was well enough to fight. He even put a guard outside my room to make sure I didn't try anything. I think he could sense that now that I knew he didn't hate me, or at least didn't see me as a threat, that I was going to start throwing myself into the fight whenever I could so I don't blame him for doing what he did. But I do find it a bit extreme. But I was finally well enough, after sitting in this blank hospital room, after two weeks to finally go back out. My wounds have healed, leaving behind wicked scares. Most of my smaller cuts had healed to nothing more than a memory. Thank goodness. I was ready to get up out of this bed and go take a run, maybe kill some nasty skitters.

"Are you sure you are feeling alright?" I heard Isabel ask for the thousandth time as I got up out of the bed and slipped on my jacket. 

"I told you, I'm fine. I feel fine." I said rolling my eyes before turning around to face her. Her hair was tousled and greasy; specks of dirt polluting it making her once golden hair an even dirtier gold. She had a few cuts that speckling her face, probably from the fight she had undoubtedly come back from, and bruising on her knuckles.

"Fine is not perfect. Look Grace.." she began but before she could get far I threw my hand up to stop her.

"Izzy. I'm fine. Actually I'm more than fine, I feel great. Like I could run a 5K and be in perfect health," I said pausing to drop my hand and slid them under me as I sat back down on the bed, "I know you are worried but they wouldn't be letting me go if there was something wrong now would they?" 

"I don't know. That poor guard out there might finally be sick of you and probably told them to let you go so you would quit complaining like a 5 year old." she retorted. I let a small smile pass my lips as I got off the bed and walked over to her. Without warning I gave her a hug, wrapping my arms around her shoulders as I felt her gun she had been holding press against my stomach. I felt no pain from where I had been shot. It was like they had healed completely within weeks. But there was one thing that was off about that that made me think it had to do with the fact that I had spikes. A normal person takes anywhere from 3 weeks to a month to heal; and that's just for my stomach wound. But I was completely healed. A minor scare maybe but I was completely fine.

"Thank you." I whispered to her before I pulled back and gave her another smile.

"I wasn't the one that got you here. Hell, I wasn't even the first one here." she said looking at me. I knew she hadn't been the first, Ben had been, but I thought she was at least one of the ones to bring me in. However, I don't remember anything after being shot because I blacked out. 

"Then who got me here?" I asked curiosity lasing my words. Although I had my suspicions, I still wanted her to answer.

"Ben. He carried you here himself; even when his dad offered to help. But Ben yelled at Tom saying it was his fault and that if it wasn't for Tom's hate for you, that you might not have even sacrificed yourself. He said that if you died your blood was on Tom's hands." Isabel informed me. I looked at her astonished the entire time as she explained what went down when I was out. 

"Where is Ben anyway?" I asked trying to change the subject as I processed everything.

"He was out doing a routine patrol. He should be back soon." she said. When she was done, I walked around her and out of the room without another word. I needed to see him and talk to him about what he had said to Tom. I knew that me and Tom had not always had the best of relationships but I wanted Ben to know that my decision to step out into the line of fire was my decision and mine alone. What Tom thought or believed had anything to do with my choice to fight the ship. I knew the risks and I was prepared to die if that's honestly what it took to get the ship away from camp.