𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 | ❝ you're important to me you piece of shit! ❞ in which nathaniel masteron and bellamy blake just can't stand each other.
𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄! 𝐎𝐂 | 𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 '𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐂' 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 | 𝐓𝐇...
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CHAPTER NINE
"Murphy's naturally homicidal, don't take it personally."
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When I woke up, I was laying on the ground.
I groaned as I sat up, a shooting pain echoing around in my head. Stupid Murphy. Was the only coherent thought I could come up with, inhaling deeply to try and cease the pounding behind my eyes. I raised my head to my temple, and when they came back they were coated in a thin layer of blood.
Okay, um - I struggled with my muddled thoughts for a second. Night had fallen, and I had to find Charlotte, fast. Concussion test, something Clarke endlessly reminded me to do if I ever got a head injury... I think this classifies as a head injury. Plus, it's just adding more cuts to my forehead and blood to my face, which I really didn't appreciate.
Okay, headache is a check... but that could also be from the beating I received earlier. Nausea... nope none of that. Thank God. Amnesia, no I still remember my screwed-up life. Murphy, Charlotte, Clarke, Bellamy-
Oh shit Bellamy.
I spotted him a few meters away from me, slumped on the ground. I walked over, taking a note of the normal walking, and knelt down by his side. I tentatively shook his shoulder. "Bellamy?"
A little harder. "Bellamy!"
I gave up, rolling my eyes, bringing my hand back, and slapping him across the face. Maybe it wasn't the most educated decision, but it worked. Plus, I was still kind of pissed at him.
His eyes opened, and a groan slipped past his lips. "What-" He seemed to catch sight of me, and he sat up, wincing. "Nate?"
"The one and only," I shot him a lopsided grin. "Here, stand up." I managed to get his arm around my shoulders, and helped him to his feet. No slurred speech. "Are you nauseous?"
"No."
"Do you remember everything?"
"Uh, yeah." His eyes flew open, "Shit, Murphy- how long have I been out?"
"I don't know, dumbass, I just woke up. How's your balance?"
He groaned, dusting his fingers over his forehead. "It's fine."
"Cool." I let go of him, since that was beginning to get awkward. "It's safe to say they went for the woods, Clarke and Finn probably found somewhere safe, let's go."
He nodded, and together, we ran into the darkness of the forest.
