We are Grounders

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝕆𝕟𝕖 - 𝔹𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕊𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪

"It won't stop bleeding." Bellamy comments as he stares down at the wound in Braeya's stomach in concern.

"I'm lucky his sword didn't go that deep." Braeya gasps quietly, "Otherwise I'd probably be dead."

"What do I do?" He frets.

"You'll probably have to cauterize it." She groans.

"What?"

"You've never cauterized before, have you?" Braeya questions, she slides her dagger out from her wrist and hands it to him. "Make a fire and heat the blade. And please, wash the blade in a stream first, the last thing I need is for this wound to get infected."

Bellamy nods and walks away, gathering the necessary items for a fire. He returns quickly and builds the foundation, using kindling, moss and dry leaves. He then strikes two stones together, trying to get a spark. After a few unsuccessful attempts he heaves a sigh of frustration.

"Struggling there?" Braeya simpers. He strikes the stones one last time and a small spark appears, he quickly blows on it and the kindling catches alight.

"I'm quite alright, thanks." Bellamy smirks. He takes a look at Braeya's already torn shirt and tears two pieces of cloth from his own before wrapping them around her cut hands. "Want another piece for your arm?"

"I'm quite alright, thanks." Braeya replies, using the same sentence he had earlier.

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"Ok, tell me how I'm gonna do this." Bellamy fusses after coming back from washing the blade.

"You haven't even heated the blade yet." Braeya answers.

"Right, I just don't want to mess this up."

"You've come a long way from torturing me for answers." Braeya says carefully.

Bellamy's head snaps up and instant guilt floods his eyes. But she has already put it behind her, for her people had done the exact same thing to Murphy.

"I-I, w- uh..." Bellamy struggles for the right words.

Braeya rolls her eyes, "I'm not holding that against you, you know that right?" He holds the dagger up against the fire, keeping it there until the steel turns red from the heat. He then appears at her side, dagger in hand. "Get it over with then."

Bellamy pushes the knife against her wound for a few seconds, Braeya gasps and clenches her fists tightly, causing a searing agony in the wounds on her hands. He removes it and the pain slowly resides.

"That looked unpleasant." Bellamy comments.

"You want a turn?" Braeya retorts sarcastically. She hauls herself to her feet and grimaces.

"Will you be alright?" He asks.

"Yeah, thanks. I'm gonna go wash all the blood off," she gestures to her other wounds. Braeya makes her way to the stream and splashes water up against the gash on her arm. She then momentarily removes the cloth of Bellamy's shirt from her hands and washes the blood away. Braeya then ties the two pieces of cloth back on each of her hands, tying them in tight knots to keep the pressure in place.

"Braeya!" Bellamy's voice screams out in the distance. She springs to her feet, sword drawn for precaution. "Braeya! We have to go!"

"What-?"

"No time to explain, one of the grounders found me, I lost him but we have to run. Now." He closes the gap between them, spear in hand. As Bellamy speaks, Braeya looks at his face to see it covered in blood.