Troublesome ~ Bellamy Blake [1]

IX. A day in the life of a cripple.

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N I N E | A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A CRIPPLE

The chattering of her own jaw was driving her crazy. The choice of ripping and ditching her sweater became more and more regrettable by the minute. Carter hugged her arms around her chest with the hope that it would warm her up.

"You know, if you're cold you should just go in th-"

"-Don't even say it." Carter shook her head vigorously. She looked up to meet Finn's oh-so-annoying concern filled gaze and huffed. "I was in that thing for two days straight. I refuse to go back in there just to stare at the same damn walls and listen to the same damn moans." She suddenly backtracked on her words. "I didn't mean that, it's just... I'm sick of it Finn, the drop ship, not Jasper."

"It's been two days since you did that," Finn pointed down to the poorly bandaged foot. Octavia asked Carter if she could practice patching people up on her. Carter was bored so she had no objections to being Octavia's test subject. She also found out a lot about her, like she actually wasn't the bitch Carter assumed her to be. In fact, she was oddly sweet in her own weird way. "No one expects you to make a full recovery in a little over forty-eight hours."

"I expect to make a full recovery," Carter retorted, pointing to her chest. "I can't just sit around and wait for the stupid thing to heal, there's stuff that needs to done."

"For once, would you please just relax? I'm pretty sure everyone's got everything covered."

"I have been out here since midday and not one person as gone to the roof to fix wires and the satellite panels." Carter pointed out. "If I could climb a freaking ladder, I would be able to that."

"Sometimes, I think I would get a better response from a brick wall..." Finn mumbled under his breath.

"What was that?" Carter swivelled her head accusingly at her best friend with a curved brow.

"Nothing." Finn held up his hands in mock surrender, "I said nothing."

"Anyway, thanks for the crutches," Carter abruptly changed the subject, unintentionally. Her eyes caught sight of the makeshift wooden crutches that were at her sides. Finn presented them to her earlier that day, he joked about how much he couldn't handle her whining about not walking so he made them for her. She couldn't recall a time she had ever been excited to walk. Well, hobble. "They've saved my sanity."

"You lost that a long time ago." Finn teased. Carter rolled her eyes and felt her jaw go on another round of chattering. The bitter night air wasn't even enough to get her to go back in that drop ship though.

"Finn!" A familiar voice hollered from behind them. Carter turned her head away from the fire to the figure of Clarke, who was just outside of the drop ship. "I need your help!"

"Yeah I'll be right there," Finn called back then looked down at Carter with a smile. "Duty calls."

"You better go anyway, your presence is annoying me." Carter waved him off with a playful smile. He ruffled the top of her hair and bidded her goodbye.