Eeeny meanie miney moe, caught the panther WITH A STOLEN GUN BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO IMPRESS LITTLE GRIFFIN
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Grace clenched her jaw as she moved forward and over a rock, thigh burning. Clarke, who was ahead of the group, disappeared down a long slope, the others following close behind her. Grace struggled to keep up, but wouldn't dare ask for help. She would be perfectly fine by herself.
"Wells!" Clarke shouts, causing Grace to look up.
There Wells was, holding John Murphy in a headlock, eyes wild as they connected with Clarke's. Grace sucked in a quiet breath as Clarke demanded he let him go.
Grace stumbles down the hill last, eyes widening as her foot was caught on a branch and she was almost sent to the ground had it not been for the tree in front of her. She, rather ungracefully actually, held onto the tree for support.
A boy named Sterling jogged towards her and grabbed her biceps, a concerned look in his blue eyes. Grace smiled softly and nodded her head at the boy, informing him that she would be okay. He was definitely not convinced because he wraps an arm around her waist and holds her to his side, making sure she is putting the weight on him instead of her injured leg.
Wells pushes Murphy to the ground. Murphy stands with fury in his eyes, about to lunge at Wells once more when Bellamy gets between the two and shoves Murphy backwards.
"Enough, Murphy," Bellamy starts, glancing at Grace from where his sister is currently being held up by Monty. Without another word he is by her side in an instant, taking her into his arms and helping to do the same thing Sterling had done for Grace seconds ago. "Octavia, are you alright?"
Octavia mumbles a quick 'I'm fine', which is total bull crap considering Grace could barely stand and all she got was a few skimmed claw marks, Octavia had been bitten and dragged. There was no way the girl was fine.
"Where's the food?" Bellamy questions, looking around at the empty hands of the group. His gaze flickers towards Grace who is also being held up but he says nothing.
"We didn't make it to Mount Weather," Finn states, taking a seat on a rock a few feet away.
"What the hell happened out there?" Bellamy demands, looking directly towards Grace for a clear explanation. He was obviously wondering why the group hadn't brought back food, but also how both the girls were hurt.
