Clarke decides that going for a quick scout would clear her head after the weird encounter with the drunken Bellamy. She had sent Octavia to take care of him while she left camp. The last thing she needs it for him to open that wound or hurt himself some other way.
The forest is growing darker and the gun on the back seems heavier than usual with the real possibility that it could be used to kill someone out there. Clarke scanned the area, seeing nothing as she circles the camp. She has passed two other boys doing the same scout, telling them to go inside soon, like she will.
The night is not safe in any sense of the word on the ground and she doesn't want the fear of someone on the outside of the wall. The stations inside the camp are high and can see better, they need to be up there soon.
Being alone out in the dank forest causes her mind to wander. And recently it has been wandering to a specific man, older than all the others with her, dark eyes and hair…
Clarke groans in irritancy as his very aesthetically pleasing body comes to mind. Some how he has still managed to keep up his physique on the ground, with less food and no gyms. Clarke wonders if there ancestors kept good bodies on the ground like his without gyms. They had a lot more food and facilities making everything easy…so… 'Probably not…'
With a kick at a rock on the ground, Clarke muttered about wanting to train with Octavia or someone else over Bellamy. There has been some sort of pressure between the two of them for a little while now and every minute they spend together is gets worse.
Clarke knows it's nothing serious, she is just feeling a little lonely and used after Finn. She can't seriously think there is anything between her and Bellamy. He is rude and loud and arrogant… just because he has a hot body and the sweet smile that never seems to completely fit in with his ass attitude well, doesn't mean that he is on her list to get close to. He's…Bellamy.
After Octavia convinced Bellamy to go back to his tent, he has been wide-awake and thinking of Clarke. He had to say something so stupid, reach for her and scare her away.
Well…why does it matter, actually? Why does he care in the first place?! It's Clarke, she is a big girl, and she can take care of herself. She doesn't need him to come make her feel better after Finn hurt her. Especially when he doesn't know how…and to try when he is drunk. Stupid.
But Bellamy hates it…he hates seeing her look at him when she thinks no one is watching, and seeing the pain in her eyes. It's more than just hating it, it's disturbing to see. A face like hers shouldn't ever look like that.
He hates Finn for hurting her like he has. What makes it worse is that the asshole is still trying to make amends, with the long time girlfriend watching his every move. He is shameless.
Speak of the devil… Finn is calling out to Jasper and Bellamy hears him asking for Clarke. Anger bubbles up at the mention of Clarke. 'You have no right talking about her…'
"Have you seen her? I haven't seen her in a while now…" Finn continues as Bellamy stomps out of his tent.
It took a lot of self-discipline to not knock Finn out when he says he needs to talk to her alone. "What's happening?" Bellamy keeps his voice deep and stern. "Where's Clarke?"
Finn turns on him and sighs. "I haven't seen her in hours…" She left camp a while ago… I thought she would be back by now. It's getting pretty dark out there…"
A girls scream. Bellamy has never heard her scream before, but it curdles his blood and his chest empties. "Get the guns! NOW!" He roars and bolts for the exit. 'Clarke!'
Clarke can see her vision getting dark, blurry as she lies on her back, deep in a pit. Her ears ring with impact of the fall and her scream that was abruptly cut short is still hovering in the air when she landed on her back, knocking the wind out of her.
"What…happened?" She whispers as voices yell for her. They sound so far away. Where are they? She tries to keep her eyes open but something blocks out the little light from the top and her mind goes blank.
Clarke wakes to pain, pain and pacing. Someone is pace beside her while another pulls something tighter around her legs. Awareness comes slowly be she realizes that she is tired down…and someone is hurting her leg, bad.
A scream escapes her lips before she can stop it, her eyes flying open. "Get off me! Let me go!" She shifts suddenly but loses her ability to breath, to see, as pain wracks her body. "My leg…" Clarke weeps breathlessly, literally blinded by pain.
"Clarke, hey… hey, hey, Clarke, Hey come on..." A hand grips her face, holding her head still. "Come back…it's okay. Breath."
"Jasper?" Relief floods her, revitalizing her body. Vision comes back to her, but so does more pain. Clarke groans, tears leaking from her eyes. "What happened? What is wrong with my leg?"
"It's broken." Finn stopped his pacing beside her and comes close. "We found you in a pit. Unconscious." He looks down at her leg. "You broke it from the fall." He pats her hand. "We are trying to wrap it."
Clarke whimpers as Octavia and Monty works over her left leg. She keeps her eye on Finn's not wanting to see the damage just yet. "The bone didn't break skin, did it?"
"No." Bellamy stomped into the drop ship, shoving past Finn and he quickly nodded at Octavia. "No, it didn't. You can barely tell it's broken. I…" He swallowed, and closes his eyes for a second. Whatever he was going to say is disturbing him. "I had to realign it though."
Clarke's eyes widened. "You did? Wha…how?" Clarke tried not to think of all the ways that could have gone wrong…of all the ways he may have made it worse.
Bellamy swallowed again, looking away from her. "You were crying…even while you were unconscious…I should have…" He clenched his jaw tightly. "Well, I looked at your other leg and saw how crooked the left one was…so I just…pulled." He closed his eyes. "I felt the bones moving...I.."
Clarke tried not to react badly, but instead reach for his clenched hand. "Thank you, Bellamy." She tried for a smile but knows it was nothing better than a pained grimace. "You did well."
With tears rolling down her face, she still tries to comfort him, smile at him. Bellamy clenches his jaw again. "Clarke…I should have been scouting, not you."
Clarke tries to laugh but it quickly turns in to cry. "Don't start. You didn't do this, Bellamy." She gasps in pain. "Okay…I need some drink, Jasper?." Finn hurries for the moonshine. "I said Jasper…" Clarke watched Finns eyes darken but without saying anything he nodded and left the drop ship.
Jasper was quick to tip a cup to her lips and Clarke was quick to drain it. She gasped for more and Jasper filled it again. After Clarke tells Octavia and Monty how to properly split her leg, She has more moonshine and passes out, but not from the alcohol.
Bellamy stays by her side, with guilt assaulting him, while she rests. But only after he ran the area again with some people. If he hadn't had a stupid moment, a moment that is so unlike him, he would have been the one to go scouting, or at least sent someone else to save her from doing it…she wouldn't be in so much pain…
Clarke doesn't wake until the early hours of the morning, the temperature still cold and the sky still very dark. She whimpers before her eyes even manage to open.
Voices became clearer as the pain woke Clarke up further. Suddenly Monty popped up from a bed on the floor, hurrying to her side. "How are you feeling? Do you need anything?"
Clarke clears her throat, trying not the focus on the intense pain in her leg. "Some water, please."
With very slow movements, Monty helps Clarke sit up, stuffing bags and blankets behind her to try to get her comfortable. "Here." He tips the cup to her lips. "How's the pain? I think we have some medicine still from the exodus ship crash?"
Clarke shakes her head. "There is some things left, not much though. I don't need anything. Thank you." Monty nods and sits down on the stool beside her. Clarke drinks the entire cup and sighs. "Why aren't you asleep?" Clarke noticed the lake of light so it's obviously late.
Monty shrugged. "I was watching over you." He clears his throat. "We're taking shifts, Jasper is asleep down over there, too."
"Hey." Bellamy called out as he entered, Octavia strutting in after him, her hair braided up like the women of the grounders. She's been with Lincoln again.
"Hey, Clarke. How are you feeling?" Octavia hurried over to her and held something up. "Lincoln gave me this. It's for the pain." She opened the little coarsely weaved bag, spilling out little berries into her hand. "He said they are pretty strong. Two or three will do you for a few hours."
Clarke eyes the berries, worried that they may not agree with the bodies of someone from space. "Thank you, Octavia, and cane you tell Lincoln I said thank you as well?" She smiles that the younger girl. "My leg…you did a really good job." Clarke nodded at Octavia, wanting her to know how grateful she is to have her help.
Octavia nods back. "No problem, I just did what you taught me." She smiles as she feed some reddish purple berries to the injured leader. "Okay, that should do you for now." She turns on her brother. "Don't keep her up, Bell." Octavia throws her head to the door, indicating that Monty's shift was up. "Get Jasper, lets go."
Monty eventually got Jasper up and out but not after a lot of mumbled complaining from Jasper and a but of heavy lifting for Monty.
The silence that followed the three leaving was thick and even Clarke's pain didn't make her cry, the after taste of the berries were making her mouth water though.
It is painfully obvious that there is something going on with the two of them and it seems neither of them want to address it.
"I'm tired…" Clarke muttered after a minute of nothing.
"Same."
She turns her head to him and he was looking at her, eyes dark and brow furrowed. "Go back to your tent, Bellamy." She sighed, turned her head away. "I'm fine by myself."
She heard him get up but he hesitates, making Clarke want to turn around and look at what he is doing. But before she builds up the courage to move though the pain again, she hears him leave.
Clarke frowns, but not thinking much of it. Bellamy isn't the best with words sometimes so she brushes it off. He was probably really tired.
It wasn't hard to forget about him though, with the aching in her leg. 'Now I have to make sure nothing goes wrong with my leg…'
Clarke falls asleep with the thoughts of being useless plaguing her like the pain from her leg and the bitter taste of those mystery berries.