Yet another short chapter. You only have yourselves to blame, really. Thanks so much to Tinseltown for reviewing! You can all thank her, really. If it wasn't for the review, I'd probably just wait a few more days. As I've mentioned before, I'm an asshole.
Atom was dead, but thanks to Clarke's tea, (which tastes like moldy grass, in case you were wondering) Jasper was alive. Clarke tried to baby me into sleeping more, but at this point I was beyond wired. I don't even want to know how long cumulatively that I was asleep, I just know it was long enough.
With that being said, they still didn't want me doing anything usual. Apparently, once you've nearly died they want you to wait at least a week before you do anything too life threatening.
So, I got to man the fire. Which literally meant Clarke sat me down on a log next to the fire with a blanket and a huge canteen of 'moldy grass tea' and told me to make sure it didn't go out.
At one point Murphy strolled by slowly with a huge smirk on his face before going into his tent to sleep. It was probably very amusing to anyone who passed. I'm pretty sure I was glaring at the fire.
At one point in time later in the night, the young blond girl whose name I didn't know (because I don't like kids. They are needy, and never seem to understand metaphors, theoretical scenarios, or sarcasm.) came out of the dropship and walked into the woods. Probably to pee, when I was that age I feel like I had to go all the time.
After a while thinking about peeing, I realized I needed to go. That's probably what happens when you drink a canteen full of 'moldy grass tea'. I stared at the fire for a minute, contemplating whether or not to leave it. If the fire for some crazy reason went out while I was gone, I would be known as the girl who couldn't even watch a fire. Not that I wanted to be known as the fire watcher, either.
Once the urge to pee got too great, I threw a log on the fire and dashed off in the same direction she did.
Once I got further away from the fire, I realized I should've grabbed a flashlight, or something. It was nearly impossible to see that far ahead. I took some comfort in knowing Wells was watching somewhere close, so I wouldn't die.
Probably just accidently have him witness me peeing. Which in all honesty might be worse than dying.
When I passed the tree he was supposed to be by though, I got nervous. That is until I tripped over something. I groaned as I tried yanking my leg back to my body, brushing dirt off my shirt. It was a lot harder to pull my leg to my body, and when I heard noises from around me, I stopped.
I waited for my eyes to adjust, hoping that the Grounders hadn't come to finish me off. But when my eyes focused, staying silent went out the door.
My foot was lodged in between Well's arm and head. I couldn't help but to let myself scream, and when I realized I was probably attracting everyone's attention and Wells still wasn't moving, I yanked my leg, jumped up and ran back to the dropship.
I didn't even make it back to the campfire before I ran directly into someone. Finn had been running in the direction of my scream, but wasn't coming directly from the dropship, so colliding into him was incredibly easy. His flashlight whacked me in my ribs, knocking me out of breath.
"Wells." I coughed out, now needing to pee even worse. I pointed to where I came from and he pointed his flashlight in that direction. Wells body was completely visible under shine of the light. Wells's eyes were open wide, and his mouth agape. The ground around his neck was darker, and had a glimmer to it.
Finn ran towards Wells, turning him over. I couldn't move, too overwhelmed. A few minutes later Clarke came running, along with Bellamy and a few others. Clarke crumbled, bursting into tears just like Octavia had for Atom.
Noticing I still needed to pee, Bellamy was nice enough to inform me there was a bathroom on the dropship. I didn't need to be told twice, and I ignored the stares of everyone who was now awake at camp when I ran through and into the dropship, to the bathroom. I stayed in that bathroom after I got there for a long time. After I peed, I literally just sat on the floor for a bit, trying to forget Wells's face. Wells' face would always haunt me. That was the first time I tripped over a dead body, and I had a feeling at that moment that it wouldn't be my last.
When I finally felt strong enough, I got up and decided to wash my hair in the sink. Which, with the amount of blood in my hair, took a lot longer than normal. There wasn't much soap left, so I tried to use a minimal amount.
A few hours later, Bellamy found me still hanging out in the bathroom. He literally just barged in, which if you think about it, was quite rude. I had wanted to yell at him about how I could've been naked, or actually still peeing, but I had a feeling he'd make some remark about how I nearly died earlier in the week and how he probably saw a lot of my body when they were fixing me up.
Bellamy forced me back into the room with Jasper, and I spent the rest of the night braiding Jasper's hair as June watched both of us from the corner, a faint smile on her face. That's not exactly what Bellamy had told me to do, but I had to do something to get my mind off Wells' death. Everytime I closed my eyes I saw his face, and if there had been any food in my stomach I know I would've thrown it up.
I spent the next few days pouting around with Reed, watching as they started building a wall around camp. Due to previous injuries, (refer to me nearly dying earlier) I was allowed to watch. Reed was forced to help at first, but once she accidentally dropped a log on Bellamy's foot, she was told to sit down with me and tend fire, and occasionally help with Jasper's needs. It wasn't all bad, though. We got to watch some extremely attractive men carry heavy logs, although some of the guys did give us rape-eyes.
By the third day of us sitting by the fire, Murphy had enough, and once Reed got up to help Jasper with his physical therapy, Murphy roughly grabbed my arm and had started dragging me out of camp. His hair was astray and he had a backpack slung over his shoulder.
"What the fuck Murph." I hissed under my breath as he continued to lead me further from camp, his grip on my arm only loosening slightly.
Finally once we got to a clearing he let up on his grip, turned in his tracks and looked at me. He looked away for a moment before he quickly tossed the backpack over by a large tree.
"You need to learn how to defend yourself." Murphy said, a timid look still on his face as he turned his attention back to me.
I had already known why. I mean, I had nearly died earlier, and although I was now healed enough to move without opening wounds, I was still too afraid to. I had figured, if the grounders didn't grab me again at this point, then one of the Murder Gang might. Murphy had to just rub it in further, however. He tossed me a blade, made from the exterior of the ship, and before I could ask how he made it, (It was obviously his. It had his initials on the inside, like everything he put his hands on.) he cut me off.
"I'm going to walk away from the camp one day, to take a piss," Murphy started, and my eyes went back to him, while I wore a frown. "And Connor, or someone, will come and grab you. You will have wished the grounders had killed you after they do."
We stood glaring at each other for a while before I finally nodded my head. "Are you going to call me an idiot again if I thank you for protecting me? Because if so I can just-" I started, and before I could finish Murph was coming at me with a knife. I quickly dived out of his way, but he didn't falter as he turned back towards me, twirling the knife in his left hand.