At last

Chapter thirty one

Clarke's point of view

I looked at the rubble in the distance, my brows furrowing. I looked up at Bellamy, "You are aware that this is going to take ages, right?"
He snorted, "Have patience, Clarke. You're getting a free ride."
I was silent for a few moments before I was reminded of something, "Your girlfriend is going to see you carrying me."
Bellamy rolled his eyes. "She'll have to deal with it. It's not like you can walk on your own. I'm simply helping my friend," he stated matter-of-factly.
Several seconds passed before I got a chill, making another observation. "It's cold out. I'm in shorts, Bell."
He seemed to falter a little, taking in this information.
I pressed on, "You forgot my sleeping bag."
Bellamy let out a small chuckle, "You weren't joking when you said you were going to annoy me, huh?"
At my raised eyebrow, he looked back towards our destination. "Stop fussing over a sleeping bag, Clarke. We always put the sleeping bags away in the rover; we'll just get you another when we get there."
As we continued towards the tower, a thought suddenly occurred to me: my injury had hardly been hurting today.
Then, I remembered a fact about nightblood.
"A penny for your thoughts?"
I looked up at Bellamy's voice to see his quizzical expression. "I was just thinking about how nightblood is like an enhanced version of regular blood. Nightblood quickens the healing process of a wound. The smaller it is, the sooner it will heal."
Bellamy released an interested hum. "I guess Becca thought of everything."
I rolled up the right leg of my shorts to inspect my wound. I noticed Bellamy swallowing when he saw what I was doing and looking away.
I glanced up at him, a teasing smirk on my face. "Squeamish?"
He answered a little too quickly, his gaze trained on the tower ahead of us, "What? No."
I let out a short laugh before looking down at my leg, noticing that the dressing was gone. Madi must have decided to take it off while I was asleep. The skin around the cut was looking a lot more normal, and the swelling had gone down.
I nodded in satisfaction, "The stab wasn't too deep, so I would assume it would take at least four more days to fully heal with nightblood. The healing process is coming along nicely. The stitches should be able to come out once the skin seals the opening."
"That's good to hear. When can you walk again?"
I paused for a moment, thinking. "I shouldn't try to put weight on it today, just to be safe. I could try to walk tomorrow, but I can't over-exert myself. There is always the possibility that the wound could open again, and then we would be back where we started."
I sighed at that thought, nestling closer to Bellamy.
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Bellamy's point of view

Once we get to polis I sit clarke down in the passenger seat of the rover, leaving the door open so she can talk to us and witness our progress.
A few times I would go over and help her out so she could stretch her legs, which upset Echo, but clarke is my friend and I would do anything to help her.
After working for about seven hours we start to pack up and go back to camp.
"Hey clarke... you stay there, I'm driving, Okay?"
Clarke looks up with a smile, "Okay."
After clarke gets situated in her seat comfortably, I close the door and get into the drivers seat. Then I bring the rover to life, driving out of its parked spot. After a few minutes of driving we are back at camp and everyone jumps out. As I walk over to the passenger side I am stopped by a hand slipping into mine. I turn around to see Echo.
"Hey Bellamy," She smiles.
"Hey... give me a second, I need to help clarke."
"She can help herself."
"What? She is injured," I scoff and turn back to the rover.
"Obviously not well enough."
I stop in my tracks and turn around, looking echo in the eye.
"What did you say?"
"Uh-"
"Echo. Clarke told me you stabbed her," I say quietly as I come closer.
"What- no I would nev-"
Unintentionally I jump forward speaking louder then I mean to. "Clarke said you tried to kill her!"
Echo's face goes blank before looking to her feet. I look at Echo disgustedly, clenched teeth.
"You little-"
"Bellamy! What is going on, can I get a little help?"
I turn around to look at clarke half way out of the rover, with a look of confusion.
"Yeah, sorry," I say, forcing a smile.
As I walk toward Clarke I stop and look back at echo once again, "We are not done with this conversation."
Then I turn back to Clarke, helping her down.
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Clarke's point of view