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 FIFTY-ONE
"Unreal."
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The smell of blood is different than any other scent in the world.
I am awfully familiar with it by now, mainly from the short amount of time I have spent on Earth. It is now weird to not have blood all over your face, which I think is kind of suspicious. I thought I was familiar with the metallic scent of blood, but when I walked into the harvesting chambers, I almost threw up.
"Holy shit," I gasped, and the smallest sound made a bunch of blood-deprived Grounders turn in their cages and stare at us. Phia gave me an annoyed look as I winced deeply.
The room may be the most horrifying thing I have ever seen in my life. There were rows upon rows of steel barred cages, and inside each and everyone one of them, there was a person... a person who was quivering in fear and moaning in pain... a person that was having their blood harvested.
"Come on," Bellamy grabbed a key from his belt and fumbled with it for a second, before fitting into the lock. A girl turned her head, her face practically glowing, and her entire body limp. Her eyes widened in recognition, and Bellamy carefully helped her out of the cage. "Come on, I told you I'd come back for you."
"Oh my God," I carefully shifted the girl from Bellamy's arms into mine, gesturing for Phia to help me hold her up so I could grab a flashlight from my belt. She squirmed slightly in our grasp, apparently still strong after loosing a shit-ton of her blood. "Hey, hey," I tried to keep my voice calm, although I think we all knew that I was freaking out on the inside. "Hey, you need to let me look at you."
"I'm fine." She pushed away from Phia, before she lightly leaned against the cages and closed her eyes, her chest heaving. I shared a look with the girl next to me, and she shrugged. I had to find a way to see just how extensive the damage was.... we couldn't get help from these people if they are too hurt.
I leaned closer and lowered my voice to a whisper, making her steely gaze land directly on my face. "My name is Nathaniel Masteron, and I was a doctor before I came here-"
Ha, ha, ha, lies. I was a convicted pickpocket.
"-and I know that you're scared, and that you're strong... but it doesn't matter how strong you are- if you are malnourished and have severe iron deficiency, it would be pretty damn hard to fight a war..." I paused, casting Phia a brief look over my shoulder. "Can you please let me check you out?"
She didn't say anything, but she also didn't bite me when I grabbed my flashlight, so I assumed it was fine.
There was no way this chick could fight a war... I feel like I knew that the second I walked through the door, but this is only confirming it further. I mean, being bled out is obviously not ideal, but this girl has obviously not eaten anything for a long time, and she was swaying lightly on her feet. Her skin was anemic, her eyes were sleep-deprived, and her entire body was malnourished.
