My eyelids droop in exhaustion, too tired to keep my own body awake after three days of not sleeping at all. Slowly, my head slides down my arm until it lands on the the hard surface beneath me. Exhaustion takes over my body as I start to fall into a dreamless sleep. My head rests partially on top of Jaspser's arm, the same arm that I've been holding on to since last night when I grabbed his hand in mine.

The small nap I hadn't planned on taking is immediately cut short just after a few seconds when I hear Clark and Finn's voice followed by Jasper's loud moan. I jolt awake, blinking rapidly as if that would clear the tiredness from my eyes. Clark weakly smiles when she sees I'm awake once again. She's been egging on me to go rest downstairs, but I refuse to leave Jasper's side.

"The Grounders cauterized the wound." Clarke tends back to Jasper's wound with a cloth. "Saved his life."

Finn walks over to a nearby wall and leans back against it. His eyes linger on me for a second before going back to Clarke. "Saved his life to string him up as live bait."

I push my hair back out of my face. I blink several times, wishing I would wake up already.

Clarke cleans the area around the wound. "This is infected."

I sit up a little straighter. "Meaning what?"

"He could be septic." Clarke replies, analyzing the wound.

My stomach flops at her words.

"Any progress on using the wristbands to contact the Ark?" Clarke looks over towards Monty, where he has been sitting for the last few days, trying to figure out how to use the wristbands to our advantage. Monty chooses to ignore her and keeps staring at Jasper with a blank face. "Monty?"

"That would be a firm no." Monty finally answers her.

Clarke sighs, "My mother would know what to do."

I squeeze Jasper's hand tighter. I don't like knowing that there's nothing I can do to hep him. The only person that can has been working nonstop to make sure he doesn't get worse. Clarke said she grew up with her mother always fixing wounds and working in the hospital area of the Ark. She would know best on how to save Jasper.

Wells walks over to the three of us and crouches down by Jasper's feet. "How's he doing?"

"How does it look like he's doing, Wells?" Clarke snaps.

Wells stares at her, taken aback. "I'm just trying to help."

I softly smile at Wells. He is always wanting to help, yet always gets shut down by Clarke. She basically bites his head off every time. My attention quickly adverts away from Wells to a moaning in pain Jasper. His whole body rises and falls as he continues to gasp for a breath.

"Alright. You want to help?" Clarke looks up at Wells after glancing at me. "Hold him down."

The expression on Clarke's face has me worryingly glancing between her and Jasper. She has a plan up her sleeve and I'm terrified of what it might be. She's doing everything she can to save him, but putting Jasper in more pain to make him better, hurts me as well.

Wells holds down both of Jasper's legs. Even Finn steps forward to grab on to Jasper's lower body. I share a long look with Clarke before slipping my hand out of Jasper's to hold down his shoulders for whatever she may to do him next.

Clarke sticks the blade of the knife into the small flame of the fire beside her. My stomach churns at the thought of what she is about to do to Jasper.

"I'm not going to like this, am I?" Monty says.

I squeeze my eyes shut after meeting Clarke's. This is not going to end well. Yes, it will help Jasper, but I hate hearing him in such pain. Clarke hesitates for a second before she presses down around the wound with the hot knife. The scream of pain that leaves Jasper's lips sends me into a wave of guilt. I squeeze my eyes shut once more, wishing I could block out Jasper's screaming.

We're doing this to save him.

Jasper wiggles around in pain and I press down harder on his shoulders to keep him from moving so much.

"I said hold him!" Clarke yells at us. " I need to cut away the infected flesh."

"Stop it! You're killing him!" Octavia's voice shouts over Jasper's yells.

I open my eyes to see her crouched down on the ground between Clarke and I. "She's saving him."

Octavia whips her head around to face me, wildly.

"She can't."

I peer over my shoulder to see Bellamy just climbed up the ladder to join us in the top of the dropship. My eyes can't help but narrow in annoyance at him. Every time he comes around, all he does is complain about Jasper being a problem.

"Who let Jackass in?" I ask, loudly.

Wells stands up to face him. "Back off."

Clarke pulls the knife away from the wound. "We didn't drag him through miles of wood just to let him die."

"He's a goner." Bellamy deadpans.

Anger floods through my body. "Just get out, Bellamy."

Bellamy locks eyes with me. "If you can't see that, you're deluded."

I clench my jaw in irritation.

"He's making people crazy." Bellamy continues.

I sharply glare at the dark haired boy. "Sorry if Jasper is such an inconvience to you, but this isn't the Ark. Down here, every life matters." My dark eyes harden with hatred as I say my next choice of words. "In the future, when the roles are reversed, and you're the one laying on the ground, desperate to be saved, I'll make sure to follow your way of dealing with the injured and give you a quick death."

Bellamy narrows his eyes. "He's a lost cause, Wren. You're stupid if you don't realize that."

"And you're an asshole." I angrily snap, yanking my hands away from Jasper's body, afraid I'll hurt him by accident out of anger.

Clarke tilts her head towards Octavia. "Octavia, I spent my whole life watching my mother heal people. If I say there's hope, there's hope."

"This isn't about hope." Bellamy cuts into the conversation once more. "It's about guts. You don't have the guts to make the hard choice. I do. He's been like this for three days. He's not better by tomorrow, I'll kill him myself."

His words are all it takes for me to push myself up on my feet and storm over to him. My hands fly up to push his chest, roughly. Bellamy's nostrils flare as he stumbles backwards just a tad, surprised by my attack.

"Who the hell do you think you are taking control of a situation like this?" I yell at him. "What if it was Octavia instead of Jasper? You would be doing everything you could to save her." I slam my palms against his chest again. "I'm doing exactly what you would be doing. So, take that stick shoved up your ass out and start acting like a decent human being, you self centered jackass."

Bellamy catches my wrists in his hand before I could shove his chest for the third time. My body is yanked forward by his grasp on my wrists and our chests slams into each other's. I gasp out in shock. We glare into each other's eyes, both of our equally filled with hatred. At the same time, I yank my wrists out of his hands as he shoves them away.

Bellamy huffs in frustration. "Octavia, let's go."

"I'm staying here." Octavia defies her brother.

I smirk at Bellamy just to piss him off even more.

Bellamy rolls his shoulders back and climbs down the ladder.

"Power hungry, self serving jackass." Monty starts to rant about the dark haired boy. "He doesn't care about anyone but himself." He shoots a look at Octavia. "No offense."

"Yeah. Bellamy is all that. But he also happens to be right." Bellamy surprises me by saying.

I spin around to face him. I march back over to Jasper and fall back down on the ground beside him. "Get out." I tell Finn. An edge clearly heard in my voice.

Finn gapes at me.

I grab Jasper's hand in mine again. My thumb brushes over the top of his hand, noticing how warm his hand is compared to mine. I lift my head up to meet Finn's eyes. "What are you still doing here? I said leave."

"Wren-" Finn sighs.

I shake my head, jaw clenched. "We're all up here because we want Jasper to get better. If you think he's a lost cause then there's no reason for you to be up here anymore."

"Just look at him, Wren." Finn waves his hand at my brother, who fell unconscious during Clarke's cutting.

My other hand covers the top of Jasper's. "Do you not understand english, Finn? Get the hell out!"

Finn's mouth falls slack once I raise my voice at him. His eyes fall to the floor when he climbs to his feet. "I don't like to admit it either, but he's not going to make it."

Tears start to blur my vision, a mix of worry, fear, and anger. "Finn, get the fuck out!" I shout at the top of my lungs. Everyone in the room freezes, surprised by my outburst. "Get out!" I scream at him when I see him still standing in the room.

Finn squeezes his eyes shut for a second. When he opens them again, I see nothing but regret shining in them. Thankfully, he spins on his heel and leaves the top of the dropship.

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Well, hello my lovely readers.

Wow. I have really missed this story. I had to download one of the episodes to be able to write this chapter. mainly because I've missed this story so so soooo much. I will definitely be trying to catch up on this story. I have plans that need to happen very soon.

Wren got a little heated in this chapter. Do not come between her and Jasper. Ten out of ten would not reccommend.

Sorry for all of the cursing, but I felt like it fit how angry Wren felt.

My OTP is coming along nicely. Of course, I'm not telling you who I will be pairing her with. I enjoy making you guys wonder too much.

Question: Who do you see her with now?

So, yeah!