READY, AIM, FIRE [B.BLAKE]

CHAPTER SIX

"We need clean water and bandages!" Hazel called out to the delinquents, who watched with slack jaws at Clarke and Finn carrying Jasper's body. "Move!"

       The teens scattered, making space for the team and running to grab anything that might help.

       Hazel ran into the drop ship, elbowing people out of the way and clearing up a bed for Jasper. Clarke and Finn placed the groaning boy onto the bed, and Clarke immediately began to work on his wound.

       "I can prepare something that might help," Hazel offered, pulling out the crumpled weeds and plants out of her pant pockets. She sorted through them and gathered the ones she needed in a pile.

       Until around midnight, Hazel stayed by Jasper with Clarke, leaving only to collect more herbs to prepare. The two worked tirelessly, never leaving Jasper's side.

       Finn joined them as well, offering assistance where they needed it.

       Clarke sighed, rubbing sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand, "Hazel, you should really get some rest—"

       An onslaught of cheers arose from the delinquents outside the tent, causing Jasper to groan again. Hazel, Clarke, and Finn stepped outside to see what was causing all the ruckus.

       The teens were lining up in a long queue, and at the front of it was none other than Murphy and Bellamy, the former using a crowbar to pop off people's wristbands. When they were off, Bellamy would hand them sticks pierced with a slab of the panther meat.

       "They're taking their wristbands off for food?" Clarke asked, bewildered and disgusted. "No way, I won't do it."

       "You won't have to—" Finn went to say, but Hazel put her arm out to stop him.

       She winked at the boy, "don't worry, Spacewalker. I got this one."

       Hazel stalked right up to the fire and cut the line, grabbing two sticks. Murphy caught hold of her wrist, pulling Hazel closer to him and leaning down so he could whisper into her ear, "don't worry, I'll grab some for us when the crowd is gone."

       "Yeah, I had a feeling," Hazel raised her eyebrows, and then gestured to the two sticks in her hands. "But these aren't for me."

       Murphy's eyes slid behind her to where Finn and Clarke watched, "they gotta play by the rules, Haze—"

       "Huh," Hazel tipped her head to the side, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips, making sure Bellamy heard her next words. "I though there were no rules?"

       Murphy blinked, and Hazel smiled sweetly at him before walking back to Clarke and Finn. Bellamy shot a look at Murphy, and Murphy could only shrug, "she has a point."