(Author: bellamysgirl)

I don't know what was worse, finding out Lincoln knew some strange wannabe Grounder girl, or that this wannabe Grounder girl shot Bellamy. Yes, he annoys me and we'd be better off without him. But he was in my group and he was shot by a girl I wanted to kill right now. "Abby, he's bleeding too fast," Finn said. Lincoln knelt to deal with the half conscious stranger and I went to see what kind of damage was done on Bellamy with Abigail. Octavia had woken, probably from hearing a gun shot at such close range, and was knelt by Finn, who was propping up Bellamy.

I wanted to just let him bleed out but seeing Octavia sobbing made me feel guilty. I pushed the gun, I caused that girl to pull the trigger, so it was my fault. My brain went into medical mode and I grabbed my pack from the door and knelt beside Abigail, or Abby as Finn called her. I opened the flap and rummaged through it while Abby applied ample pressure on the wound in his upper abdomen. "Help him!" Octavia cried.

"Without any proper supplies," Abby began. I cut in by showing her my medicinal plants and sewing kit. "Let me," I said. She removed her hands and I scooted closer to see. I slipped two fingers, index and thumb, into the wound. "What are you doing?" Finn asked, looking a bit green.

"There's no exit wound. The bullet's still inside."

"How do you know?" Abby asked.

"If there was an exit wound," I said, feeling around in the wound. "There'd be blood pooling behind him. And there isn't, which means it is still inside." I felt a small, obscure shape. And what I felt as a rib. The bullet was lodged in a rib. I inhaled and looked at Abby. "The bullet's lodged in a rib and it feels like it nicked something, which would explain the blood," I said. She nodded, taking in the information. "You can fix it, right?" Finn asked, looking more at me than Abby. I didn't answer. Honestly I didn't know what I could do. But I knew that Abby had no idea what to do with my medicines, based on how she stared at them, her brow scrunched together in confusion. "What will happen if I try to take the bullet out?" I asked her.

"If it's not done carefully you could break the rib," she said.

"Is that the best or worst case scenario?" Finn asked.

"Best," she said, sadly. I sighed and felt for the bullet again. Once I found it, I tried gently wiggling it to see how stuck in it actually was. As it turns out it wasn't actually far into the bone. The bullet must have used the bone as it's stopping point. And it was moving slow enough, having bounced off a wall first. I wiggled another time and it came loose. But my fingers were covered in blood and it slipped. I must've made some kind of outward reaction, because both Finn and Abby said, in unison, "What?"

"I dropped it," I sighed. Finn sighed disappointedly. "It's okay, it's okay," Abby said. "Did you feel where it went?" I shook my head and kept feeling. It's not exactly as easy as it sounds to search for a small piece of cylindrical metal with two fingers inside a hole the size of a quarter. Then my fingers finally latched onto it and I slowly pulled it out. I dropped it on the floor next to me and looked at the amount of blood lost. It was beginning to be too much. I set up the needle and thread and gave it to Abby. Octavia was still sobbing and the sound was beginning to make me want to leave the cave. When it came to things like crying and screaming, I couldn't handle it. It was a coward's way. But I just couldn't stand it. To get my mind off of the sound I glanced over my shoulder at Lincoln, putting the finishing bandage on the stranger's upper arm. Abby finished her stitching job and I have to admit it looked better than mine. I began bandaging when Octavia asked, "Is he going to be okay?"

"If he makes it through the night, he should okay," Abby replied. Octavia nodded and sniffled, wiping at her eyes. I tied off the bandage and stood. I needed to wash the blood off my hands, if I looked at it any longer I think I might vomit. I can handle killing someone and seeing that type of blood. But if it's on me and I stare at it I feel nauseous. "There's a stream not far from here. We can wash up there," I said to Abby. She stood and followed me outside the cave. It was now full daylight outside, the sun cresting over the trees in a vibrant burst of yellow. Some could argue, saying the sun was orange.

But it looked yellow to me. I inhaled the cool air as I led Abby to the waterfall. I knelt at it's edge and started scrubbing the blood off in the pool. Abby did the same a few feet from me. Once the blood was gone I could see it was going to stain my hands and that annoyed me. I stood and waited for Abby to finish before saying anything. She stood and I said, "How do you know that girl?" she didn't seem taken back by my asking. She must have expected it. We started walking as she answered. "She found us," Abby said.

"And you just trusted her?" I asked, as we neared the cave.

"She didn't give us a reason not to." I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. People from the sky seem extremely unintelligent. We entered the cave and I noticed Lincoln wasn't near the stranger. My opening. I knelt down in front of her and unsheathed my knife. "Are you planning on putting that thing away before you hurt yourself?" she said.

"Close. I'm actually planning on slicing your throat with it," I replied.

"Good luck," she replied, "I've got a feeling I'm stronger than you, even one handed."

"Then I guess I'll just have to cut the other one off," I said.

"Those are some big words." I started to lunge forward but hands gripped my arms, yanking me backwards. "Jade, stop," Lincoln said, pulling me to my feet.

"When did you get an attack dog, Lincoln?" the girl said.

"You want an attack dog? Let me show you attack dog," I said, struggling against Lincoln's grip. I nearly escaped but then Finn came over as back up to help hold me back. I wanted so badly to kill her. I could feel the fire in my veins. I hate that girl. Although it was hard to tell the difference between hatred and jealousy. Jealousy. Why was I jealous? "Both of you need to stop," Lincoln said. I could tell he was faking his level-headed tone. "Killing each other isn't going to help anyone."

"Except everyone else that wants me dead," the girl said.

"Who else wants you dead?" Finn asked, as if the idea of wanting someone dead was foreign to him.

"Grounders, Mountain Men, my aunt… you name it," she replied. Okay, so it isn't just me that wants her dead. But I want her dead the most. "I know what you're thinking 'Jade', and no you don't." Finn, being the only calm one in this situation, said, "What's your name?" I rolled my eyes. And Lincoln looked at her. And she looked back. "Like I told the others: make something up. My name is too dangerous to be known or said," she said.

"Okay," I said. "Let's call you-"

"Jade," Lincoln interjected. It sounded like a warning. Whose side was he on? "Okay, then how do you know Lincoln?" Finn asked her.

"The Grounders sent him to kill me." I laughed and resisted the urge to commend Lincoln for his efforts, and then finish the job. "Do have to work to make people want to kill you, or does it just come naturally?" I asked.

"I was born during a fight to the death, so I'd say naturally," she said.

"You poor baby," I said. "I was born in someone's sick version of hell."

"Something I knew about you the second I saw you."

"How is any of this going to help us get to Mount Weather?" Octavia called from where she sat next to Bellamy.

"Why on what's left of this stupid planet, do you want to go to that hell whole?" she asked, looking around Finn, Lincoln, and I. I yanked my arms from Finn and Lincoln and stood up straight. "Mountain Men took their people and they need help getting them back," I said. A look of disappointment crossed her face. "What a coincidence that I happened to stumble into your cave. And how did you two get here? You were supposed to go the other way," she said.

"We…um…" the male stranger, whom I'd forgotten was even here, said from where he stood in the corner of the cave.

"We got lost," Abby said.

"You sent them into the woods alone?" I asked. "Are you insane?"

"It was that, or let them fight Mountain Men with me. So you pick."

"Hey, I have an idea," Finn said. He glanced at me like I should know what he meant by that and then looked at the girl on the floor. "You come with us and help us get our friends back from the Mountain Men, and we won't let Jade kill you." Lincoln looked made at him. I could tell she was thinking hard about it because she didn't reply right away.

"Okay" she said, "but I'm leading this rescue mission. Because I have an advantage you could never have," she looked at me when she said that last part.

"And what's that?" I asked.

"The leader of the Mountain Men is my father."