TV Jumper | Jasper Jordan x reader

06 | His Sisters' Keeper

He looks almost apologetic as he picks up a nearby rock, hitting me over the head to knock me out.

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It's dark, painfully so, when I open my eyes. My head hurts like a mother fucker, credits to Lincoln for bashing me over the head with a rock. Octavia is calling my name gently, and I groan, sitting up.

She puts her finger to her lips, and I nod. I am able to stand, but when Octavia attempts to do the same, she lets out a cry, falling to the ground. There are footsteps, and Lincoln is soon to join us.

I let down my guard with ease, knowing well to trust the Trikru warrior. Part of me is dying to burst on in Trigedaslang. With how much I spent my free time learning it, I'd love to speak some to the warrior, but I bite my tongue, sitting down on the rocky cave floor.

"Please, please don't hurt me," Octavia pleads, putting up her hands and begging. She releases another scream as he grabs her leg, pulling her to where he straddles her, raising the red hot knife to cauterise the wound.

"Octavia! He's trying to help you!" I hiss to her, and she calms down for a moment. Even Lincoln pauses, surprised by my words. "Remember when we heated the knife for Jasper? He needs to make it so you won't bleed out. It... it'll hurt though."

I rip off a piece of my shirt and ball it up, letting her bite down as Lincoln presses the knife to her wound, searing it. She screams out, struggling against the pain, her screech muffled by the cloth.

After the wound is done being cauterised, Octavia passes out from the pain, and I nod in thanks to Lincoln. He gestures at my leg, tilting his head in question. I nearly crack a smile at his 'I-don't-know-any-English' game of charades.

"I'm okay," I give him a thumbs up, going along with his whole façade. To prove it, I peel off my pants, just far enough to show the dried blood, and he nods slowly, but grabs a cantine of water and a rag.

He hands me them, seemingly trusting me to clean it up myself. I nod again, thanking him. I wet the rag, being gentle with my torn skin. "River snake," I explain, waving my hand comically. I then laugh, "God I'm being ridiculous." I swear I could hear him snicker.

After my wound is cleaned, I give Lincoln back his cloth and water cantine, though I do take a drink if it before I hand it back. He dips his head, leaving the main belly of the cave. I curl up next to my sister after rolling my pants back into place.

She again shakes me awake when she wakes up, but she helps me to stand, limping with me as we survey the cave. It's silent, and Lincoln has left for the time being.

Looking up, I'm taken with awe at a hole in the cave ceiling, exposing the moon high in the sky. I wince. We'd been gone for more than twenty-four hours, then. Poor Jasper. Poor Bellamy, even. I may not be on good terms with my brother, but he must be going insane with worry.

Octavia grabs a large antler from the rock wall, holding it over her shoulder as we stumble down a corridor. We keep silent as we continue on, until we find another patch of silver moonlight. We both try to scramble up and through it, but neither of us can quite reach.

"O," I whisper. "Here, I'll make myself a step stool." She nods silently, and I get down on one knee. She puts her foot on my leg, trying to get up and reach it. When we again fail, she helps me stand back up. I close my eyes, and think back to this episode. By now, the group would've reached the place Octavia hit her head, and Jasper, oh, my brave Jasper, would join Bellamy in seeing the blood. They'd find us soon.