His to Protect // Bellamy Blake

Chapter 6: He has a Heart

The walk back to camp was long and hard. We all took turns carrying Jasper, which was a difficult job. Two people needed to be supporting his body weight on each side. Camp was miles away, and the rush to get there before dark kept us all going. Clarke said Jasper didn't have much time, and needed to be treated immediately. Sweat dripped down my face and I knew I was red and sweaty. It had been my turn for the past hour with Clarke. I could feel her struggling as well, as she kept adjusting his arm over his shoulders.

"Murphy, take over." Bellamy called out.

"Why do I have to help the little shit just because she's too weak to do it herself," Murphy complained, meeting my eyes with a nasty snarl.

"Because I said so," Bellamy replied, appearing disinterested.

Murphy let out a frustrated yell, but quickly recovered. He took my spot under Jasper's arm, but not before he stuck his leg out to trip me.

I cried out as my knee once again struck a sharp rock.

"What the hell Murphy?" Finn called out, seeing what had happened.

I almost immediately felt a hand on my arm gently lift me to my feet, and tingling sensations shot through my body. Bellamy turned my body to face him, and through the pain I blushed realizing everyone was watching. He bent down to examine my knee and I gasped when he put on hand on the inside of my thigh and the other right below the new injury on my knee.

"It looks deep," Clarke said. I looked down to find my knee bleeding more than expected. She ripped some of Murphy's shirt, much to his complaint, and wrapped my knee with it. I tried to be brave, but ending up wincing and shutting my eyes a couple times as she did so.

Bellamy retreated, looking disgusted suddenly.

What didn't go unnoticed to me while Clarke continued her work, Bellamy roughly fisted Murphy's jacket with a murderous look on his face. They exchanged some heated words that I couldn't quite catch, and Bellamy shoved Murphy away.

When we continued, I tried to hobble as quickly as I could with my injured knee. I was careful not to get left behind though. I ignored Murphy's hard stares, and distanced myself from him. I knew he was capable of hurting me, he had just proved he wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty. 

The exhaustion I was feeling was overwhelming, and my other knee was stinging from being reopened on our journey back. I was so weak.

When I looked at Bellamy, he looked to be doing much better than me. He was dragging the beast that Wells had killed to camp with us. He planned on using it to feed all the hungry mouths, including his own. His physique did impress the idea he was physically fit, but it still surprised me nonetheless.

The light of our camp brought me back into focus and spurred on whatever energy I had left, as the sun had already gone down.

Clarke wasted no time, and instructed that they bring Jasper into the drop ship to be seen to. Monty and the others were there before I could blink.

"Is he..." Monty began, assuming the worst when he saw Jasper's unconscious body.

I shook my head, and grabbed his arm in support.

"He's alive," Clarke said out loud. "We need boiled water and strips of cloth for bandage."

Bellamy followed closely behind and let the beast he was dragging fall to the ground. It caught the attention of the others who turned and tried to get a closer look at what their leader had brought them.