"Finn! Are you hurt?" I call out as I run to him. It took me a moment to break from the spell that I was under. We all were just starring at the veil as the smoke from the boy's bodies was released towards us. I am the only one who is moving. Even the man, Bellamy is standing frozen. All eyes are on the veil instead of on the boy who is clutching his ankle.
When I get closer I see that Wells is with him. There is a boulder on top of Wells' leg. Finn is trying to help pull it off, but he can't let go of his ankle for longer than a moment before cringing from the pain. There is blood seeping from a gash that goes from his ankle up to his knee. I hear someone yelling out orders but I don't listen. I focus my energy on helping the boys with me. I kneel down letting my gown crumple under me. I can see the white of Finn's shin bone through the blood.
"Finn, I'm going to touch your leg. I need to see how bad the wound is. This will burn a little. Ready?" I look at his pain stricken face.
He nods his head.
I touch his leg with just a finger at first and feel the rush of pain course through my body. My leg feels as though it is getting slit open with a dull blade. My vision goes hazy and it looks like I'm in a tunnel. My consciousness is getting pulled towards another plane. I can't tell if I'm getting sucked into the past or the future.
I blink a couple times trying to draw back to the here and now. I can't help him unless I focus. Slowly I clasp his leg with my entire hand and let my other join it. I hear a whimper escape Finn's lips as his flesh starts to mend itself. I feel a spark hit me and then it is done. His leg has a light scar and that is all that is left. I rip off a scrap of fabric from my gown to wipe off the blood.
"Clarke. What just happened?" Finn is looking at me with eyes wide with fear.
"Nothing. The cut wasn't fatal so I cleaned it up." I look him in the eyes, willing him to let it go.
"But, there is nothing but a scar now." He touches the pink flesh.
"Yes. Can you help me with the boulder?" I stand and wipe the dirt off my gown. There is blood splattered on it.
"Here we can use these branches as leverage to lift it up." Monty says as Jasper, Octavia, and he appear.
"Clarke, Octavia, can you pull him out when we lift the rock up?" Jasper asks.
"Yes." We say as one.
"Wait." Bellamy's strong voice stops us. The boys are holding the branches under the rock. "I will pull him out. Now!"
Octavia and I jump out of the way as he pushes in front of us. He grips Wells by his shoulders. The tightness of his shirt gives me an impressive look at his bulging muscles as he pulls my once friend out. I can hear the branches crackling. Bellamy pulls Wells out just when the boulder crashes to the ground. Bellamy lets out a groan and grabs his head.
"Did you strain yourself?" I ask stepping towards him.
"Don't worry yourself princess, I'm fine." He steps out of my reach and I let my hand drop to my side.
I turn back to the others as they help Wells up. He hops on his left foot, but I can tell from his expression and stance that his leg isn't hurt too badly. The rest of the group is already at least 50 paces ahead of us so we start walking again. Jasper and Monty help Wells hobble through the rubble.
There are rocks everywhere. They must have been misplaced by the quake. Soon we are climbing. I wish that I had pants instead of a gown. The wispy fabric keeps catching on the rocks. I am the only one who isn't in pants.
"Having trouble?" Finn asks.
"Yes, I was just thinking that I wished that I had pants." I answer as I yank at a piece stuck on a rock yet again.
"You could always just take the dress off." He winks.
"That's not decent." I slap him lightly for his joke at my expense.
"Here, let me." Bellamy interrupts us appearing out of nowhere. He lifts me into his arms and starts stalking off towards the group that is now much farther ahead of us. He somehow is able to walk without falling while the others are still on hands and knees even with the extra weight of caring me. I also notice that the way he's holding me we aren't touching skin at all.
"You can put me down. I can walk on my own, thank you." I say curtly. If I weren't currently in his arms then it wouldn't sound so weak.
"Please, princess. You were holding us all up and I have a feeling that it'd be worse to leave you behind than to just carry you." He gives me a look of disdain.
"Stop calling me princess. My name is Clarke."
"Yes, princess." His words drip with sarcasm.
"I'm not a princess!"
"Whatever you say, princess. Now stop talking or I will be leaving you behind or maybe I'll just throw you in the veil." He rocks me close to the green mist.
"You –" I stop what I'm saying as he rocks me towards the veil again. He has is eyebrow up in challenge.
I huff out a breath of air in defeat and settle back. I decide to use the silence to plan out my revenge against him.
"Bell! We need you!" I recognize the scream as Octavia.
"O? What is it?" Bellamy calls back as he speeds up his pace. Soon he is leaping across the rubble. I swear that it looks like the rocks are coming up to meet him rather than his feet falling to them.