I laid on my bed, staring up at the top of the tent bored out of my mind. Since I'm so good at listening to orders, Clarke made Miller sit in our text to watch me to make sure I didn't get out of bed, but every time I would move in the slightest, he would yell at me to stay still, as if I would die from slightly moving my leg half a centimeter.

"Miller, please can I get up? It's been like two days, I'm bored." He shook his head, holding his gun close to his chest. I glanced down at the firearm. "You know you don't need that, right? I'm not some hardcore killer or anything," I joked, pointing to his gun.

He rolled his eyes and held the gun closer to himself. "You're not getting up. Clarke's orders."

"Yes, because of little Ms. 'Doctor in training' knows everything." I mumbled, crossing my arms.

"Do you want your leg to get better?" Miller asks. I let out an annoyed huff.

The only interesting thing that was going on around camp was Jasper basically lying about what happened at the bridge the other day. I could occasionally hear people talking about it when they walked past the tent. I have to say, his storytelling ability is pretty damn good, he even almost convinced me.

"Miller, get out here!" Connor suddenly yelled from the wall.

Miller quickly stood up, about to run out of the tent. "Stay here." He ordered turning back to me before running out, gun still in hand. As the tent flap opened I was able to catch a glimpse of a person covered in dark blood and gashes all over being carried to the dropship.

I propped myself up on my elbows trying to get a better look but the flap of the tent shut and I let out a groaned, accidentally putting pressure on my thigh and biting my lip to hold in the pain. I swung my good leg over the side of my bed and hissed in pain as I lifted my other leg over the side.

I sat on the edge, trying to work up the courage to actually stand up. I grabbed onto one of the large branches that helped to hold up the tent and took a deep breath before pulling myself up. "Fuck," I cursed sitting back down.

"What are you doing?" Monty asked walking into the tent.

I let out a sigh, running my hand through my hair. "I can't be in bed anymore, Monty. I'm bored out of my mind and no one comes to talk to me. I have too much energy to be sitting here doing nothing."

He nodded walking over to me, putting his arm around my waist helping me stand. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"Well, you don't want to be in bed anymore and I was coming to get you anyways."

"Where are we going?" I questioned as we made our way out of the tent.

Monty let out a sigh. "Bellamy gave Jasper a larger tent for us because of his 'heroic' actions."

I gave Monty a look. "Are you serious?" He nodded, leading us into a large tent.

He helped me sit down on one of the beds. "Yup, so here we are. Home sweet home."

I took a look around the enclosed area. The tent was a bit larger than the one we were previously in, being able to fit 3 larger makeshift beds with a lot of walking space left over. "Alright, I'm gonna grab the rest of our stuff from the tent so stay here."

I groaned, rolling my eyes. "But I'm bored."

"Hey, you want your leg to heal, right?" he asked and I nodded with a sigh, crossing my arms over my chest.

"This is so unfair," I complain.

"Yeah well life's unfair so what can you do?" With that, he walked out of the tent leaving me alone and bored once again.

"Where is he!?" I heard Bellamy suddenly begin to yell as he passed by the tent.

I sat up and tried to look outside the opened tent flap but I couldn't see anything.

After a lot of back and forth from our old tent to the new, Monty had finally transferred all our things, without any help from Jasper. "So where is he again?" I asked picking at the skin around my nails.

"He's at the campfire, telling his 'amazing' story." He let out a huff as he fell back onto his bed.

"That was his reason for not helping?" Monty nodded. "That is unbelievable."

"Eh," he sat up, "let's let him have this one. He doesn't get recognized for much. He needs it." I agreed as Bellamy made his way into our tent.

"Hey kiddo, how you feeling? Hey Monty."

I shrugged and let out a huff, "I'm really bored and kinda hungry. I think I should be able to get up now."

He chuckled crossing his arms, looking down at me with a grin. "Does your leg still hurt?" he asked. I shook my head. "I highly doubt that. It's only been two days, your leg can't heal that fast."

"Mine can, I'm perfectly fine, I promise." I sat up.

Bell turned to look at Monty, who had his attention on some kind of device, looking for his import. "She still winces every time she moves," he explained not even looking up from whatever he was doing.

"You snitch, I do not!"

"Ari, just give it a few more days," he sat down on my bed next to me, "Rest up a bit and then we can talk alright."

I throw my head back with a whine. "But I'm so bored."

The boys laughed at my struggle. "You'll survive a little while longer."

I sighed, "Fine, then can you at least entertain me by explaining what happened earlier."

His brows knitted together in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"Ya' know, earlier when you came into camp yelling, 'where the hell is he?'." I made my voice deeper as I tried to imitate him.

"I do not sound like that."

"Yes you do," Monty commented, not skipping a beat and making us laugh.

Bellamy shook his head, rubbing his forehead. "So who were you looking for?" I asked again.

"Ah, don't worry about it kid, it was no one." He waved me off before standing up.

"Obviously it was someone."

"Not anyone important," he began to make his way to the opening of the tent, "It's getting late, I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?" I let out a sigh and nodded. "G'night kid."

"Night." And with that, he disappeared into the darkness. "He's hiding something from me isn't he?" I asked Monty.

"Maybe he's just trying to protect you."

I perked up in my spot. "You know who it is."

Monty dropped the device he was still working on, "what, no I don't-"

"Yes, you do. You're awful at lying Monty." I pointed.

"Fine, I do know, but Bellamy told us we weren't allowed to tell you, that he needed to be the one."

I gave him a confused look. Who is this guy and why won't Bellamy let anyone tell me who it is?

I woke up the next morning to Jasper talking to someone. "Jasper, you're on in 15." I heard a girls voice say.

"Thanks, I'll be right out," Jasper responded. I closed my eyes and pulled my blanket over my head, trying to fall back asleep, but to no avail, they continued to talk.

"I like your ten," the girl complimented. At that point I was able to put my finger on where I recognized the girl's voice, it was Harper, one of the kids that kept watch at the fence. "Maybe I could come by after your shift. Hear about the bridge again?" she asked.

I smiled to myself, happy for Jasper that a girl was interested in him. I cuddled into the itchy fabric of my blanket, continuing to listen as the two spoke.

"Um... I'm actually busy latter." I rolled my eyes at his response. Really Jasper, what could you possibly be doing later?

The tone in Harper's voice changed from hopeful and cheery to disappointed. "Oh okay, some other time then," she said before walking out of our tent.

Once I knew for sure she left, I sat up and quickly moved the curtain that separates my space from the boys, giving Jasper an annoyed look. "Are you kidding me?" I said more like a statement. He shrugged his shoulders and continued to tie the laces of his boots. "She likes you, man. Can't you tell?"

Jasper shook his head. "Harper? Nah, she's low hanging fruit."

I rolled my eyes at the clueless boy. "Don't tell me you're still hung up on Octavia."

He refused to make eye contact as he stood up from his bed. "I gotta go," he mumbled.

"Jasper, Octavia is not going to happen. She's with that Grounder guy and she really likes him."

He stopped in his tracks turning to me, his face red with anger. "Go float yourself, Ari."

My mouth hung open, in shock and taken back by what he just said. This wasn't the Jasper I had come to know while on the ground. "I'm just telling you the truth," I spat, growing angry myself.

"No, you're telling me your truth," he yelled, pointing his finger at me. "Look, I'm not like you and Monty anymore."

I sent a glare to the boy with goggles on top of his head as I grind my teeth. "What the hell does that mean?"

"It means you're jealous." I tried my best to hold back my laughter towards his ridiculous statement. "People think I'm cool and that upsets you."

I shook my head. "No, you see I thought you were cool, but no one had to die for me to see that."

Jasper crossed his arms, glaring at me. "You know what, this is my tent, Bellamy gave it to me. If you have a problem with that, find somewhere else to sleep."

I chuckled to myself while nodding. "That's probably the best idea you've ever had Jasper. With me gone you'll have more room for your ego."

His face grew a darker shade of red with his anger as he bowled his fist at his sides, resisting the urge to say anything else before he stormed out of the tent.

Mumbling to myself furiously, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and grabbed my makeshift bag, begging to stuff my things inside, replaying the conversation in my head. "'Bellamy gave this tent to me', what a joke." I scoffed, placing my knife into the lace of my right boot.

I took a deep breath, working up the courage to actually stand up and put pressure on my leg. I wasn't in as much pain as I was a few days ago but it still hurt like hell, of course, I would never admit to that though.

I grabbed onto the side of the tent and pulled myself up, letting out a breath I didn't realize I was holding as I stood up. "Okay, you can do this, you got this Ari," I mumbled before slightly leaning to my left, just testing the waters, seeing how much it was actually going to hurt. Surprisingly it wasn't that bad. So what if it felt as though I was repeatedly getting hit in the leg every time I took a step, it was still better than what I felt before.

Continuing to hold onto the side of the tent, I was able to wobble to the opening, stopping once I got there. I took a moment to look around me, trying to find other things to lean on but the closet was another tent about 9 feet away. Groaning, I threw my head back to look at the morning sky, "Why couldn't you make this easy for me?" I asked more to myself.

Taking a deep breath, I let go of the tent and began to make my way to the other, wincing with every limp. I grabbed onto the tent just in time to hold myself up.

This continued for a while longer as I looked around camp for an empty tent I could claim, that is until Bellamy spotted me leaning against the dropship, catching my breath. "Ari. How many times do I have to tell you to stay in bed," he scolded walking up to me.

I rolled my eyes. "I don't really have a bed anymore," I explained, crossing my arms and diverting my gaze to the ground.

"I thought you shared a tent with Monty and Jasper?"

"Jasper and I got into a fight and he told me to find somewhere else to sleep so that's what I'm doing. The tent we used to have already got taken by someone else so I can't go back there." I sighed. "It's fine though, I don't want to share a tent with that jerk anyway."

Bellamy nodded, showing that he understood. "There's an empty tent by mine, it's small but at least it's something," he offered, pointing over his shoulder behind him.

"Thanks, Bell." I smiled.

"No problem kid." He returned the grin before scooping me up into his arms.

"Really?" I asked, glaring up at him.

He chuckled and made his way towards the tent. "I've been meaning to talk to you alone about some things as well."

"Talk to me about what?"

Bellamy let out a sigh, going to respond but he was cut off by sudden yelling coming from the firepit in the center of the camp.

"Clarke! Where's Clarke!" a teenage boy yelled.

I glanced up at Bellamy and he was just as confused as I. He walked over to where the yelling was coming from to see Connor kneeling on the ground, blood running down with face from his nose and his hand was full of blood. Clarke ran over to him, blood dripping down from her eyes.

It was like a scene out of a nightmare.

"What the hell is going on?" I asked my voice shaking.