Lena POV

"Help! Please help!" Lincoln yelled as he ran towards the Drop Ship. His strong arms held me up with no problem, but his face looked beyond worried. As my eyes fluttered open and closed, I saw a boy with a gun pointed at Lincoln.

"Hold your fire!" Lincoln yelled. The boy kept his gun up.

"Lincoln," I muttered. "Put me down."

Lincoln looked at me, not wanting to let me go. I nodded, and he put me down. The boy was still staring at me and pointing his gun. I kept walking until the tip of his gun was in the middle of my chest.

"Put the gun down, Blake," I whispered. The boy put his gun down and stared at me in shock. My side gave out, and I groaned as I fell to the ground.

Lincoln rushed forward and looked up at Bellamy with pleading eyes. "Please, help her."

"Get Clarke," I groaned. "Clarke Griffin."

Bellamy looked at me. He stared at me for a second, but quickly looked away. "O! Help me get this one to the Drop Ship!"

A girl who looked a lot like Bellamy came racing towards us. When she saw us, she gasped. "Bell, why are letting Grounders into our camp?"

"Only the girl comes in," he replied.

"Where she goes, I go," Lincoln growled.

I put my hand on his arm. "I'll be fine, Lincoln."

He growled in Grounder about how I have a big head. Then, he glared at Bellamy. "You hurt her, you all die. She's more important to us than you know."

"Don't hurt her, got it," Bellamy mumbled. "Can you walk?" he asked me.

"Yeah, I think so," I replied.

"Octavia! Get Clarke!" he yelled as he helped me limp to the Drop Ship.

"What now, Bellamy?" Clarke groaned as she walked out of the Drop Ship. The moment she saw me, she ran towards us. "What is a Grounder doing in our camp?"

"Wow," I coughed, "great hospitality."

"Clarke, she has a knife in her side. Let's get it out, and we can forget this happened," Bellamy stated.

I groaned again and fell. Bellamy and Clarke helped me up. I felt the eyes of the entire camp on me. One little girl's eyes were just glued on me.

"Wait," I whispered. I motioned the little girl towards me. At first, she seemed shy, but then Bellamy nodded to her and she came over to us.

"Charlotte, right?" I asked.

"How did you know that?" Charlotte asked.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I… I saw your parents get floated."

Charlotte looked astonished. "How, what?"

"Ignore her, Charlotte. She's in shock from the loss of blood, she doesn't know what she's talking about," Clarke explained, ushering her away.

Bellamy picked me up bride style and walked me to the Drop Ship. He placed me on a table and I groaned.

"You aren't exactly gentle, are you Bellamy?" I asked, coughing.

He looked me dead in the eye. "How do you know me? How do you know Clarke, and how the hell did you see Charlotte's parents die?"

I chuckled. "Once you get this knife out of me, I'll tell you."

Just then, Clarke walked in and went to sterilize her hands. "So, how did get a knife in you?"

"Training," I responded, wincing.

Clarke gripped the knife. "You may want to bite on something."

"Nah, I'm good," I replied, gripping the sides of the table.

"Suit yourself," she shrugged. Clarke takes a deep breath. "Okay, one, two…"

"Jesus!" I yelped as she pulled the knife out of my side. I released my hand from where I'd been gripping the table. Where my hands had been, there was now a dent.

Bellamy and Clarke stared at me. "You're, uh, really strong," he sputtered.

"Thanks. Now, please, hot knife."

Clarke heated up a knife and put it against my side.

"You okay?" Bellamy asked.

"Yeah, totally. Could I have some water?" I asked Clarke.

"Sure, here." She handed me a bucket.

"Uh, Bellamy? Could you please leave and Clarke, could you turn around?" I asked, blushing.

"Uh, yeah sure," Clarke replied awkwardly. Bellamy left and Clarke quickly turned around.

As I took my shirt off, I started singing.

"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, stand a little taller, doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone."

"What is that?" Clarke asked, still turned around.

"Singing."

"No, that sounds like pre-war singing."

"Yeah, it is. My grandfather taught me." I then dumped the bucket of water on my head. "That felt really good," I said, slipping my shirt back on.

Clarke turned around and her mouth dropped. "You aren't a Grounder, are you?"

I laughed. "No. I was sent from the Ark five years ago."