"What the hell is wrong with you, Wells?!" I scream running towards him and shoving him backwards.
"What are you talking about? I just saved your life!" Wells fights back, shoving me a little.
"What were you thinking taking Bellamy's gun! That thing could've killed Bellamy because of you!" I yell.
"Hey!" Clarke says, stepping in between us. "Break it up!"
"I got it!" Murphy yells. "Jasper's loose."
Finn opens his arms and basically hugs Jasper, carrying him down the tree. Clarke pulls out a makeshift cot and Finn place him down on it. I walk over and grab one corner of the cot, while Clarke grabs the one nearest me. Finn and Wells grab the back corners.
Murphy walks over to the dead animal and kicks it with his foot.
"What're you doing?" Clarke says, watching as Murphy pulls my knife out of the animal's stomach.
"Dinner." Murphy says.
***
20 miles. Almost 40,000 steps. Little to say, my feet are killing me. I have burns all over my hands from trying to desperately keep the cot off the ground, as it keep slipping between my fingers. Bellamy and Murphy walk in front of us, carrying the animal on a log.
I don't think I ever felt more relief in seeing the camp then at this moment. When I saw the fire and the people yelling and running around, my entire body relaxed. My feet made those few more steps and we were back in camp.
"They're back!" Someone yells.
People crowd around the cot, examining Jasper.
"Is he-?" Someone asks.
"He's alive." I answer as we keep walking towards the drop ship.
"I need boiled water and strips of cloth for bandage!" Clarke commands as we set Jasper down, gently, on the drop ships floor.
Clarke leans down and peals the medicine off of Jasper's wound. The wound was bright red but the inner part was black. She begins dabbing wet cloth around the wound, cleaning it.
***
After about three hours of helping Clarke tend to Jasper, I am exhausted. I haven't had a trace of food for two days and have walked 80 miles in less than 24 hours.
I walk out of the drop ship and plop down a little ways away from the camp fire where I see Murphy and Bellamy forcing people to take off their wrist bands for food.
I am not taking my wrist band off. There's no way. My mother is up on the Ark and I know for a fact that she would not survive if she thought I was dead.
Through the flames of the fire I see Bellamy eyeing me. Watching as I leaned up against the drop ship in distress. I hug my knees to my chest and try not to look over at Bellamy, even though I know he's watching me. I lean my head against the drop ship and close my eyes, trying desperately to find sleep. Since I hadn't been here when they started building camp and tents, I had no tent.
Footsteps made my eyes jerk open as I looked up to see Bellamy standing less than a foot away, holding a stick with meat on it.
"Here." Bellamy said, handing it to me and sitting down next to me.
I take it from him. As much as I want to be stubborn and turn him down, I am starving.
"Why?" I ask.
"Because you deserve it." Bellamy says, turning his head towards me.
"I didn't do anything." I say taking a bite of the meat.
"You saved my life." He says before standing up and walking back to the fire.
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Shameless ~ Bellamy Blake
Fanfiction"Love is sacrificing everything for the one you love no matter what the circumstances." Tatum Sydney, daughter of ex Chancellor, Diana Sydney, was locked up in the Sky Box for 88 days for a crime she never committed. Imagine her shock when she is to...
