"I go where he goes." She told Bellamy.

"Suit yourself." He answered.

I could not believe it Dahlia was going to stay with me. They were willing to let her back into camp but she told them no, so she could stay out here in the woods and die with me.

When they disappeared from my view I grabbed the knife. And forced myself stand.

I watched her as she walked over to me. She staggered a little bit on her way over and could not help but wonder if she was just tired or if her head injury was worse than I thought.

"Here let me help." Dahlia sad as she tried to help me walk.

She wrapped one of her arms around my waist and tried to hold me up as we walked. It was easy for me to tell that she was having just a hard time as I was to walk.

"Stop." I told her and she listened rite away.

"What? What's wrong?" She asked me.

I just looked at her for a moment. I was not able to answer her. I was to week to speak. I just pulled her in close to me. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her. It was not like when I hugged her tight after the acid fog. I held her gently in my arms my cheek rested on her shoulder. It was not until she wrapped her own arms around me and hugged me back that I squeezed her back. Holding onto her a little tighter. We did not need to hold each other tight to know that we cared about each other. I was just so happy that she was here, and I was not alone.

I don't know how long we stood there holding each other. I just did not want to let her go. I was pulled out of whatever trance I was in when she placed her cheek onto my chest. She just let herself melt into me in a way that was even new for us. It was in this moment that I realized I had been lying to myself all these years. I loved Dahlia and not in the sisterly kind of way that I had been telling myself. That was a lie. I did not love Dahlia; I was in love with her. I gave her one last squeeze before pulling back slightly to look at her. She looked so worn down it made me wonder what I looked like.

I placed my hands on her arms so I could push her back a little more without letting her go completely.

"Are you okay?" I asked her.

She forced a smile on her face.

"I'm fine you're the one who looks like crap. We need to find somewhere where we can clean you up so I can see how bad you're really hurt." She told me.

I wanted to tell her not to worry about me but that was when I noticed my hands where covered in blood, so where my arms. But it was fresh blood, not like the dry blood that was all over my body.

I started to panic. This was a lot of blood. I grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around. She was not wearing her jacket so it was easy to see the blood that was soaking threw her shirt. It was fresh blood so she was still bleeding.

"Dahlia, you're bleeding. Is that all from your head?" I asked her.

I grabbed hold of her head so I could look at the gash on her head that Bellamy had left her. She let out a small cry of pain when I did so. It was worse than I thought. It was still bleeding and would defiantly need stitches.

"No I think most of it is from my back." She told me.

"Your back. I thought you would be healed by now?" I asked her.

"It was starting to scab over I must have ripped it open. It's no big deal." She told me.

"No big deal. Turn around Dahlia." I told her.

I was completely freaking out. She was such a small girl and there was so much blood.

"Murphy really you don't have to worry about me." She replied.

I took one look at her face that had almost lost all of her color and knew that was not true.

"Let me look at your back." I told her sternly.

She did not fight, did not argue. She must be weaker than I thought.

I pulled up her shirt and gently moved a peace of the bandage so I could see her back and was more than shocked. Her skin was no longer smooth it was bumpy and she was rite it had started to blister over but it was also covered completely covered in blood. The wrap was completely bleed threw. I knew she was going to need to be wrapped up again and would need more of the sea weed shit they had been giving her or it was going to get infected.

"How are you even still standing?" I asked her.

"I could say the same thing about you." She responded.

"I'm not kidding Dahlia. You're not okay." I snapped at her.

"Calm down Murphy, we will be okay." She told me.

"Let's just go get cleaned up and then we can figure out which one of us is most hurt." She told me.

"Fine. I think I saw a creek on my way here." I told her.

The two of us helped each other walk as we made our way to the creek I saw. I could not help but worry about her. She looked like she was going to pass out but she kept on going just as I did. It was not until we reached the creek and I saw my reflection that I realized why she was so worried about me.

My face was completely covered in blood. My right eye was almost completely swollen shut. My lip was cracked open almost to the point where it cut into the side of my face. I had cuts and browses covering my face. I could not help but wonder what the rest of my body looked like.

The only thing that looked like me at all was my one blue eye that was the only way I could see.

I jumped as something cold and wet touched my face. I looked over to see that Dahlia had ripped the bottom of her shirt off leaving the bottom of her stomach exposed. I could not help but let my eyes linger there for a moment. I looked to the peace of shirt she had in her hand. She had tried to wash my face.

"No." I told her as I grabbed it from her. "You first."

"Murphy." She tried to protest.

"Shut up, sit down, and let me look at your head." I told her.

She ended up listening and I think it was more out of having no more fight left then anything else.

I started to clean her head wound that sat rite on the spot where her skull met her neck. Once I was able to wash some of the blood of I noticed that it was worse than I thought. It was really deep. She needed stitches rite away. I looked down to her back which would also need to be dealt with. We did not have any supplies. All we had were out knives. If she stayed it would get infected and she would die. As much as I did not want to die out here in the woods alone I did not want her to die out here with me. I had to get her to go back to camp before it was too late.

I ripped my shirt and wrapped it as best I could around her head hoping that would at least slow the bleeding.

"Dahlia." I said to her.

"Yeah." She answered in about the weakest voice I had ever herd.

"You need to go back." I told her.

She quickly spun around to look at me. She must have become light headed from the fast movement because she almost fell over. I had to catch her.

"No." She said to me.

"Yes. You need help; help that I can't give you. You need Clarke." I told her.

"I will be fine." She tried to convince me.

"No you won't. If you stay you will die." I told her.

"If I leave so will you."

That's why she wanted to say she was worried about me. Worried that I was going to die out here. It was a possibility, but I knew if she stayed she would.

"Dahlia, I am not going to let you die out here because of me. You're not staying." I told her sternly.

"Murphy don't do this. It has always been me and you. I'm sorry about the fight. I forgive you okay. Please just don't push me away." She said to me.

"That is not what this is about Baby Doll." I called her by her nickname and saw her smile a little.

"I'm not mad about that. I could care less about that fight I just don't want you to die." I told her seriously.

"I'm not going to leave you. I would not even know what to do without you." She told me.

My heart latterly stopped. Her words wringing through my head. She would not know what to do without me. I could feel my chest tighten as I looked at her pleading eyes for me not to leave her alone.

Before I knew what I was doing I placed my hands on her face and planted my lips onto hers. I stood there for a few seconds just kissing her still lips. She seemed to be frozen maybe in shock. I was about to pull away thinking I had just made the biggest mistake of my life when she snaked her hands around my neck and pulled me back to her.

Her lips started to move with mine. She was kissing me back. I did not know what was happening but I did not want it to stop. I removed my hands from her face and placed them on the side of her hips and pulled her closer to me. Our body's where right against one and other. My tongue begged for entireness I was not shore if she was going to grant it to me or not. But when my thumbs brushed over the skin of her now exposed stomach she let out a slight gasp and I got what I wanted.

When our tongs met it was like all of my dreams had come true. I let out a slight growl that formed in the back of my throat. I was surprised by how much I was enjoying this. Dahlia seemed to be enjoying herself to because when she heard the sound I made she deepened the kiss and tried to pull me closer then we already where.

Just when I thought I was going to lose myself in this kiss she pulled back. Both of us needing air. She rested her four head on to mine. I wanted to hold her like this forever but when I saw her reach up and touch her lips in confusion I knew what I had to do. I backed away from her slowly and when I saw her still standing there touching her lips I turned and ran off into the woods.

I knew that her dazed confusion would only last a few more seconds so I took off running. I did not want to stay behind and watch her once she realized I was gone. I just left her standing there. Hoping she would be able to find her way back to camp.