"Clarke! I need your help!" Bellamy shouted rushing onto the upper deck of the crash cabinet where Clarke, Finn and Monty were hovering over a moaning Jasper. He had T unconscious in his arms, her skin glowing red and her face crumpled with agony.
"I'm a little busy Bellamy!" she replied not even looking up – too focused on the infection burrowing its way into Jaspers chest.
"He's survived this long I think he can wait a little longer! This girl, on the other hand, just randomly collapsed, so if you wouldn't mind bumping her up in your little triage system-"
"Fine, Bellamy! Put her down here!" Bellamy grunted as way of appreciation before lowering T down into one of the make-shift cots. After making sure Jasper was as comfortable as he could possibly be, she crawled over to inspect the glowing red girl.
"You know princess, if you're going to be the town doctor you can't play favourites"
Clarke grit her teeth tempted to slap the smug smirk right off Bellamy's face but refused to let herself becoming as petty as he. Instead she ignore him "Does she have a name?" she asked no one in particular as she gently lifted the girls arm, inspecting it intently.
"Pris-" Bellamy stopped himself short. "T, her name is T."
There were several moments of silence as they let Clarke work her magic. Bellamy hovered anxiously not even sure why he cared so much. Not even so much but rather why he cared. Full stop. He put it down to what Clarke had told him earlier: that down here every life mattered. And that included T's.
"Well although I've never seen it personally before, I've read about this. I need lots of wet towels and some water." Bellamy immediately offered the bottle he carried around his waist, while Finn rushed off to get the wet rags.
"Is she going to be okay?"
"She'll be fine. She's obviously spent too much time in the sun and gotten burnt, not to mention massively dehydrated"
"She was only in the sun for a few minutes"
"Please," Clarke snorted "this doesn't just happen after a few minutes." She finally looked up at him, glaring into his serious brown orbs. "You can leave now, to your hunting trip or wherever it was you were going. We can take it from here."
Bellamy's lips twisted into a snarl but decided T would get better attention if he wasn't standing there making them all self-conscious.
"Fine. But enough with the attitude. You'll be grateful to have those who aren't included in this little family you've made for yourself here when they are able to bring your family food to eat and shelters to sleep under. You, Clarke, are not the only one with valuable skills in this colony, and the sooner you get off your high-I-know-everything-better-than-everyone-horse the better our chances of survival will be"
And with that Bellamy stormed out leaving a gaping Clarke to tend to two of what she imagined would be, as time passed, a very long list of patients.
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A couple of hours had passed and T was beginning to look a lot like herself again. Her skin had for the most part turned back to that pure porcelain colour, though her cheeks remained a little pink. But now it was no more than a healthy flush.
As soon as she had awoken and realised where she and what had happened, she in her embarrassment crawled over to the darkest corner of the upper story she could find.
I can't believe I collapsed. Nooo I couldn't have a pretty faint like those girls I read about in the books, I had to crumple to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Very, very awkward potatoes. Whom were apparently as red as tomatoes. I collapsed to the ground like a sack of very, very, VERY awkward tomatoes… not to mention in front of the intimidating and fearless Bellamy. Why-why-why-why-why-why-
"Wells!" Clarke called out to the boy sitting in the adjacent corner from T, knocking the girl from her train of thought.
"Yeah?" he called back, limping slightly as he shuffled over to her, peering down to what she was gesturing too.
"The grounders made some kind of poultice which has kept him alive for this long, were going to need to make more of it though if he's going to survive through the night – do you know what this red stuff is?"
"Yeah" wells nodded "Its seaweed, usually found in shallow waters – I know just the place"
T, while they were conversing, had crawled over to Jasper to inspect his wound. The seaweed was good - it was helping heal the wound but if they didn't find something to ease his pain his heart was going to give way from exertion. She thought it necessary that she voice these opinions as Clarke didn't seem to have noticed.
"Guys, he's going to need something to temper the-"
"Not now, T" Clarke interrupted "Can't you see were talking about life and death here!"
T, nervously glancing down at her feet, a bit shy after being refuted once, but determined not to let that stop her from helping Jasper. "No! Of course I can see that! It's just that there's this root that I've read about that acts as an anaesthetic but I can't go get it because I'm still not feeling to good" she took a deep breath before continuing, but I could draw you a picture of-"
"Wait guys! Do you even know what it looks like? Or where to find it cause I do" Wells called after Clarke and Finn who had already gotten to the threshold of the door. Clarke gave Wells a look signalling that obviously read fine you can come, but I'm NOT happy about it! Then they all turned to leave.
Far out! There still not listening! AM I INVISIBLE! I mean I know I'm pale, but I didn't think I was translucent!
"Guys! Jasper will di-"
SLAM!
Well that was rude.
T didn't know why they wouldn't listen to her but knew she couldn't waste time stewing about it. And as much as she didn't want to go outside again, fearful of what might happen if she was out there for too long, she knew she was the only one that could help Jasper.
"Monty! Where is the cabins parachute?"
Monty didn't even respond, he just looked solemnly ahead obviously lost in his own world.
"Oh really now!" she huffed stalking off on wobbly feet, but eventually found the navy parachute material. She wrapped it around herself making a kind of hooded-anorak so not one bit of her skin was showing.
Hardly Prada, but it should do me!
Internally chuffed at her little historical pop-culture reference, she mindlessly turned to head out the door but stopped short.
Oooo! I almost forgot!
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Bellamy alongside Atom and a few others prowled through the dense and unfamiliar jungle life, treading lightly and swiftly as the searched for prey big enough to feed a colony of 98.
First there was the sound of a twig snapping in two, and then came rumbling from the bushes to their right. Without a moment's hesitation Bellamy arched his right hand in the air and through his tomahawk towards what he assumed was prey. Suddenly a figure, dressed in what appeared to be a tent waddled out of the shrubbery ducking to check a small patch of roots on the forest floor, just as Bellamy's axe flew right at where their face had been, instead splitting a gaping wound in the tree behind them.
"What on earth…" Atom mumbled as all the would-be-hunters watched the harmless figure prattled around in vague amusement.
The figure jumped at seeing the axe behind them, but then completely forgot the notion of danger when they saw a liquid begin to trickle down the tree.
"Now don't tell me this is sap! Looks like we've hit the jackpot!" the figured mumbled excitedly to themselves. Opening their cloak slightly to reveal a belt of small bottles. A slender hand picked one out and held it up to the tree watching with pure adoration as the sticky liquid trickled into the bottle.
Bellamy had been moving closer and closer as the misguided individual puttered around completely unaware of their surroundings. As he did the individuals mad mutterings became louder.
"Oh you wonderful, magnificent tree! Look at all this sap! I wonder if your tree friends would be as generous as yourself?!"
Bellamy was now sure, after hearing that voice, of who it was. Grabbing the tip of the hood, he yanked it down, revealing a startled T, who had obviously thought she was alone – the cloak not giving her much in the way of peripherals.
"T!" he growled menacingly, suddenly aware when seeing his tomahawk right next to her pale face how close he had come to decapitating her "What the hell do you think you're doing out here?! I could have killed you!"
"Oh…you know. Collecting sap..."
"You should be resting after what happened this morning"
"No! I'm fine honestly! What happened- it was nothing! Look! I even think I got a bit of a tan!" she gushed excitedly rolling up her sleeve to reveal her pale white arm that, if anything, looking paler than it did that morning – if that were even possible.
Bellamy opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by a ferocious roar that echoed through the jungle causing the birds that were nestled in the treetops above to screech and squawk. The group of hunters stilled, acting together as if all their minds were in sync, their muscles tensed, hands hovered over their weapons and their ears pricked, searching for the location of the beast.
T, on the other had was not so in sync.
"Oooo! Did you guys hear that! Sounds like a Panthera pardus, A.K.A. a Black Panther! I hear that they are- oh look! I spy with my little eye some pleurotus ostreatus!" T chanted running off in the direction of the fungi, unfortunately, with her hood lowered she was once again easy prey for the sun. First came the light headedness which was quickly followed by several seconds of dizziness…plenty of time for T to slip on a patch of moss and go crashing to the ground…for the second time that day – though this time she was still fully conscious and able to experience her embarrassment first hand.
And she would have felt embarrassed too…had she not fallen face first in a patch of Gamba root – exactly what she had been looking to get for Jasper.
Just as she had dug out another container from her trusty belt which she had made with a seatbelt from the cabin, a muscular arm snaked around her little waist, effortlessly lifting her from the ground and pulling her back into the safe confines of a solid, warm chest.
Her head lolled back onto a broad shoulder as she tried to meet the gaze of her capturer. Bellamy's dark eyes were already waiting for her as she met them with her golden ones, a large frown etched on his chiselled face.
"Don't go running off" he said in such a low voice it was almost a whisper "It's not safe out here" her whole body shivered as his warm breathe caressed the tip of her ear as he spoke, making all the little hairs on her body stand to attention. Only now was she realising that she had never been within such a close proximity of a male before. At least not a male that was as masculine and well…male as Bellamy was. Now she couldn't notice anything but how her back was pressed hard but not uncomfortably against his muscular chest and his solid arm was wrapped tightly around her...she didn't know why but there was a sudden tornado aflutter in her stomach and it made her feel queasy and anxious but for some strange reason, completely unknown to her…
…she kinda liked it.
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Heyyyy yal! Here is chapter two!
I am so pleased with the support already received for this story! Shout out to Angi Marie, Arwin Fred, Chacia, LivelaughloveandstayYOU, RedRoses224, Ashtree15, Asianarchy, dog88 and PANDAFiiED –for either favouriting, following (or both)!
And special shoutout to RedRoses224, LiveLaughLoveAndStayYOU and Zaidie for leaving me very inspiring and sweet reviews!
Especially Zaidie – cause her review was exactly what I was thinking when I wrote this!
Okay – I hope this chapter lives up/Exceeds expectations just because I think its better than the first one…not that the first one was overly good or anything…but ya get me!
And if any of you a wondering why I decided to depict Monty, Wells and Clarke as I did its just because I feel that they feel like they are superior to the rest of the people there and insignificant people like T, who is not part of that little group they've made would be inconsequential to them. I'd love to hear your opinions on how you perceive the characters?!
ALSO! I hope none of the characters are too OOC and that you can imagine them all saying what I've got them to say and etc..
And Lastly, T is not crazy, she's just bubbly, excited and after being looked up basically in solitary confinement all her life with the exception of a few caretakers and a tutor whom taught her to read, its not unusual for her to be mumbling to herself or having a full-fledged conversation with herself
I haven't been locked in solitary and even I converse with myself once in a while (it's the only way to get an expert opinion hahaha)
ANYWAY – thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy and that I hear from you soon! :D
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