Chapter 3~Clarke

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"Are you hurt, you had a pretty bad fall." I ask Bellamy.
"My stomach hurts." He replies blankly.
"Do you want me to examine?" I say.
"Yeah, go ahead." He says, lifting his worn down shirt.
I stand up and grab a rag and take some water from my pack, splashing it onto the rag.
"You are bleeding a little, it's not bad." I smile.
I rub the rag against his stomach, it looks so nice.
It is a nice tanned colour, and muscly.
I break out of my trance.
"Um, you are all done." I laugh.

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