Children of the Ark

The Finding

I had closed my eyes, knowing I was going to die, but when I opened them again, I knew I had beaten the shit out of death. The natural light that leaked through the plastic filled my eyes, and the throbbing pain in my leg made me smile. It finally felt good to be alive. It was an honor to be alive. Sitting up, I realized that I had gained a lot of my strength back. I looked down at my leg from where I was sitting. It was covered by a pair of boys' pants, and there was a bulge on my thigh where a cool, damp rag covered my injury.

"Where is everybody?" I asked myself out loud, searching the room. It was empty. There was no noise coming from within the capsule. I had to get outside, but first, I had to get to my feet. It was harder than it sounded. Turning over on my side and then onto my stomach, I kept my leg off the ground. I had learnt how to army crawl from David back on the Ark, so that's what I did. I kept my leg off the ground, but pushed forward with my foot and then crawled across the capsule to a table. I rolled back to my back and then to a sitting position so that I could get a grip on the table. Pulling myself up, I stumbled a bit. A wave of dizziness hit me from the sudden change, but it went away as fast as it came. I knew I was going to be okay.

The steps between the table and the plastic wasn't as hard as I expected it to be. Since my leg was cleaned and doctored, there was only a slight amount of pain. It was still stiff but not anything I couldn't deal with. Pulling back the plastic, sun filled the capsule. I held my hand above my eyes to block the light and limped out onto the ramp.

"She lives!" I heard some yell. I turned my head to look around the camp. People filled the space, sitting around and talking. Becoming silent, they all turned their attention to me. Their eyes glued to mine. Claps began to fill the camp, and people started to yell my name. A smile became visable on my face.

"I see you are alive and feeling better," Monty said as he walks around me into the capsule.

"Yeah. You can't get rid of my that easy," I replied, laughing. "Have you seen Cl-. Never mind," I stopped. Clarke was walking towards me with Wells following behind her like always.

"What are you doing up? You need to go lie back down and rest. You almost died," she said, pulling a pack onto her shoulder.

"Are you leaving to get Jasper?" I asked. She stayed silent, pulling the pack up again. They were going to leave without me. "I'm going with you."

"No, you're not," she replied. She started to walk down the hill toward Bellamy and Octavia. He was cleaning up the cut on her face. I followed behind them, and when no one was looking, I reached for one of the makeshift knives that were laying out. Looking around, I put it deep in my pocket, and started to follow Clarke again. If we were going to do anything, we needed to be able to protect ourselves.

"Yes, I am, Clarke. My leg is better. And besides, if you don't let me go with you, I will just follow behind you, and you won't even know it," I stated, limping after her. "Jasper saved my life. It's my turn to save his now."

"Can you really do this?" she asked.

"Of course I can," I replied. I watched her as she thought it over.

"Fine. You can go, but if your leg starts bleeding again, I don't know if I can fix it again." I nodded. It was a chance I had to take. I threw my hands in the air in victory and hugged her, but the moment was ruined by Bellamy, of course.

"If you are here for Octavia, she isn't going," he stated. He was looking down at my leg as he spoke with a look of concern.

"The hell I am!"

"The hell you aren't," I interjected. "I can't risk you getting hurt again." I looked over to Bellamy then back to her. "Besides, I need you to do something here for me." She gave me a confused look. I took her hand and guided her away from her brother and Murphey. "What I am telling you is between you and me only, okay?"