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Chapter 34

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

"Hey... bro." 

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The walk to camp was long, and each step felt like a mile. 

 I had my arm around Monroe, trying to help her keep as much pressure off of her injured leg as possible. It wasn't bleeding much, but we didn't want the muscle to tear, so I helped her walk. Octavia was helping Mel, while Bellamy had his cautious eyes raking over the tree's. 

 Monroe was tough. I could tell because if I had an arrow in my leg, I would be swearing every step. She gritted her teeth and stayed silent. 

 Respect. 

 I could hear a female voice bark an order from inside of the electrified gate, and the door swung open. I practically carried Monroe the last couple of steps, and my already-sore legs screamed in protest. Abby rushed over almost immediately, bee-lining for Mel, and lightly touching the side of her face with the back of her hand. "I know you. Factory station." 

 "She broke her elbow," I said, as Jackson walked over and shifted Monroe's weight over to his shoulders, I saluted him using my less-achy arm. "It's bruised and swelling a lot around the joint, and it got kinda knocked out of place from holding on to the branch for so long." 

 "Get her to medical!" Abby shouted, and a group immediately rushed over to help Mel, Jackson disappearing with Monroe. I relaxed for the first time in what felt like years, but it didn't last long, because I was instantaneously tackled. 

 "The hell-" I began, before registering  that I wasn't tackled, I was aggressively hugged, by a blonde that was too familiar for me. "Clarke!" I swear I didn't mean to yell it, but I did, wrapping my arms around her waist and hugging her back just tight enough to male sure it was real. 

 "Oh Nate, you're okay." She whispered, her face nuzzling in to the crook of my neck, her hands lapping over each other, and her hair tickling my face just like it always does. My breathing was shaky when I exhaled, but for once, it was with relief. "Hi..." I couldn't think of anything to say, "uh, bro." 

 She pulled away after a while, and surprised me by jumping into Bellamy's arms. Octavia laughed, and as did I when I saw the shocked look that jumped on to the boys face. "Now there's something I never thought I'd see." She teased, before getting her own hug. 

 "Nate, Monty's okay." She said, turning back to me with wide eyes and a smile. Again, I felt like my knees would collapse, and my throat felt like my heart had been forcefully shoved into it. I did the most dramatic thing I could, without even meaning too, and raised my hand up so it covered my mouth, feeling like I was shaking from head to toe. 

 Monty's okay. 

 Clarke is okay.  

 "Where is he? Where-where are the others?" 

 Clarke's face turned grave as I took in the bloody cuts scattered around her face, and read in between the lines saying that even though Monty was okay, it was possible that he wouldn't be for so much longer. I heard loud footsteps, and I turned around. 

 It was Raven, and as soon as I saw the brace clamped around her leg, for a moment all I could see were images of her blood pouring from her back, and the screams as she went through all of that without dying.