For an hour or so, I just laid there. Clarke checked me over but didn't do much. She said the stuff they put on was actually helping a lot.

Octavia and Monty refused to leave Jasper's side at first. But even they were hungry.

I sat next to Jasper and just stroked his hair for a while.

"You're safe now," I whispered. "But you should wake up soon. I think your girlfriend's moving on." He moaned a little but didn't wake up.

Maybe it was for the best. If he woke up, he was gonna be in a lot of pain.

I saw Nate climbing up the ladder. He looked angry.

"What's up?"

"They're making us take our wristbands off for food," he said. "There's a huge line."

"They can't do that," I said. I struggled to try to stand.

"No, no, no," he said, pushing me back down. "Clarke said you needed to rest."

"They do not get to do that," I said. "They are killing hundreds of people, including us. We can't survive down here alone because we're not alone down here. They speared Jasper. They did…this to me. We're not gonna be able to survive down here without the guard."

There was a noise. Someone was climbing up the ladder.

I looked over and saw that Murphy was climbing up the ladder.

"I'm not giving you my wristband," I said, crossing my arms.

"Here," he said, holding out a stick with meat on it. He stopped in front of me and just held it out, not even looking at me.

"I'm not-"

"I know," he snapped. "Just take the damn food."

I took the stick cautiously. "Thanks."

"Yeah, whatever," he said, turning around.

"Wait," I said, jumping up. I stood on one foot while I grabbed his jacket and held it out.

He took it and turned again.

"Thank you," I said. "For the jacket, carrying me back, now the food."

"Yeah, whatever," he said, climbing down the ladder.

I sat back down and wrapped the blanket around me again. Some actual clothes would be nice but we don't really have any spare clothes. I knew I should have packed extra but it's not like we had any extra to begin with.

Nate opened his mouth but I cut him off.

"Don't even say anything," I said. I ripped the meat in half and tried to give him half.

"You need it," he said, holding his hands up. "I'll get some myself."

"You can't take off your wristband," I said.

"By now, they've probably figured out what's going on," he said. "They won't look at the ones taken off, they'll look at the live ones. So you keep yours on and show that we can survive."

"Nate," I said. But he was already standing up and leaving.

I ate my meat in peace. I drank some water. I crawled over to a corner, wrapped the blanket around me, sang quietly and fell asleep.

I know people came and went but I was completely out until morning. This would be the first morning in five years that I didn't get up and workout. Clarke told me I couldn't put weight on my ankle for at least a day.

"This is so weird," Monty said, climbing up the ladder. He had a pile of clothes in his hands. He walked over to me and dropped them all next to me. "Murphy told me to give these to you."

There were two pairs of pants, two pairs of boots, four shirts, two sweatshirts, three pairs of socks, and a jacket. Where did he get these things from?

"What?" I asked, tilting my head to the side. "Where did he get these?"

"It's Murphy," Monty said. "He kind of scares me so I'm not gonna ask."

I quickly picked out what I wanted. Both pants were too big but one was slightly smaller. I still had to roll them up three times before I could see my feet and I had to use a seatbelt to keep them on my hips. The boots would be a little big but if I wore two pairs of socks, it'd be sort of okay. The shirt actually fit, which was nice. The sweatshirt was big but comfy. The jacket was big and ratty but it was better than nothing.

Monty looked away as Nate helped me change. I couldn't stand on my ankle still so he had to hold me while I put my pants on.

Once I was dressed, I sat back down.

"If you see Murphy," I said to Nate, who was leaving for a bit. "Tell him I wanna thank him."

He rolled his eyes and left.

For a couple hours, I sat there.

Clarke tried to help Jasper but there wasn't much she could do. I took another nap. Murphy brought me more food.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked him this time.

He glanced around and saw that I was alone. Everyone needed a break and they all apparently took it at the same time.

He took a deep breath, looking at the floor. "I like you, okay?" He hurried out before I could say anything.

"Are you kidding me?" I whispered.

I have been dreaming about this moment for six years. It finally happens and I don't say anything. I'm an idiot.

"What did he want?" Nate asked, climbing up the ladder.

"He likes me," I said. "He told me he likes me and I said nothing. I'm an idiot."

For the rest of the day, I did nothing. I slept a lot and watched over Jasper. I tried to help Monty but we didn't get anywhere.

I slept in the corner again. This time, Nate slept next to me.

The next morning, I woke up early. I limped to the ladder and climbed down. I had to step over some people.

Some people slept in tents outside. But there weren't enough tents. The rest slept on the first two levels, mostly the second level.

People were already outside. It was mostly just Bellamy's crew. They were practicing throwing knives and other weapons.

Murphy was there.

I took a deep breath, smoothed my hair back and walked over.

"Good morning," I said with a smile. I stopped near them but far enough away that they wouldn't accidently hit me.

"No," Bellamy said, sighing.

"What?" My smile faded as I looked over at him. He pulled his axe from the tree and walked over to me.

"It's not a good morning," he said, looking down at me. "None of us have slept more than four hours."

"Why?" I asked.

"There are Grounders out there," he said.

I sighed. "I know. But they're not coming for us now. So you can all go take a nap. They only attacked us because we were in their territory. As long as we stay near camp, we're fine."

"We're not fine," he said. "They tried to kill you and your friend, two of our own."

"I'm not saying what they did was right but they were just sending a message. And I'm fine…and Jasper's still alive."

"For now," he said softly.

I clenched my jaw and my fists. Jasper was going to live. He was not going to die on me. I shut my eyes and when I opened them, I let out a breath. I turned to Murphy.

"Can I talk to you?"

"I'm busy," he said. He threw the knife again, hitting the tree but not sticking.

I watched as he picked it up.

"How about if I get the knife to stick, we talk," I offered with a smile.

"Get the axe to stick," Bellamy said, holding it out to me.

I looked over at Murphy first. I then smiled and took the axe. I weighted it in my hand for a few seconds before I turned and faced the tree.

"Today," Bellamy said.

I rolled my eyes and threw the axe. It sailed end over end and embedded itself into the tree a few yards away. I walked over and pulled the axe out. I handed it to Bellamy and then looked at Murphy.

"Time to talk?" I asked with a smile.

He glanced over at Bellamy before sighing. He walked into the woods a little and stopped when we were twenty or so yards away from the others.

"What do you want to talk about?" he asked, looking at me with his arms crossed. He didn't look as mad as before. He was still annoyed but not exactly mad.

"Yesterday," I said. "And the day before. And…pretty much since we've been on Earth." I took a breath. "I've liked you for a while now. And so…I just wanted to know if you were serious about liking me."

Neither of us even breathed for a while.

"You like me?" he asked slowly.

I swallowed and then nodded.

He stepped closer with a smile. He put his hands on my waist and pulled me closer to him. My hands came up to rest on his shoulders as I went up on my tiptoes a little. He leaned down and our lips met.

After six years, I was finally kissing my crush.