CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE ;; HOSTAGE
LEILA AND HER friends returned to camp that night miserably, unable to stop the guilt and sense of loss that came as a result of their failed rescue mission. Bellamy and Leila took Myles to the drop-ship, laying him on one of the makeshift beds while he continued to groan in pain. Bellamy disappeared after they deposited the boy, intending on making sure everything was okay in camp.
"I'm so sorry!" Leila exclaimed in a tone that was borderline angry. "I'm not Clarke. I'm not as good at this as she is."
Myles smiled up at her weakly. "I know you can do it."
Leila closed her eyes and took a few heavy breaths to calm herself before she looked down at Myles. "Okay. I can't take the arrows out in case I damage a lung or sever an artery, but I can try and slow the bleeding. But this might hurt."
Grabbing the base of the arrow in one hand, she snapped the feathers off with the other, earning a painful groan from Myles. "God, I'm sorry."
Myles shook his head. "No. It's fine."
Leila repeated the action with the arrow in his leg, before she began tearing strips of cloth from his own t-shirt. Rolling them up, she wrapped them around the shafts of the arrows, temporarily staunching the blood flow.
Getting to her feet, she gathered a bucket of water and another piece of cloth, dampening the fabric in the water and squeezing it out before she began to clean Myles's face.
Bellamy appeared in the drop-ship entrance and saw his girlfriend tending to Myles, a small smile appearing on his face. He wasn't happy, to say the least, as a delinquent had accidentally fired a bullet when he fell asleep on watch. Just seeing his girlfriend so worried about someone else when mere hours ago she was inches away from beating Murphy to death made him slightly less anxious.
He walked over and stood behind her and kissing the top of her head as he rested his hand on her shoulder. "How you doing, Sunshine?"
"Not good," Leila replied. "I wish Clarke was here. She'd know what to do."
"Can't you remove the–" Bellamy began.
"I've already been over this and there's seven different ways this can go, and none of them are any good," Leila replied, interrupting Bellamy. "I've stopped the bleeding but if I take the arrows out I may do more bad than I will do good."
Bellamy raised his hands in surrender. "I'm not saying it's wrong, Sunshine. Just keep an eye on him for me, okay?"
Leila raised an eyebrow. "What do you think I'm doing, Bell?"
Jasper entered the drop-ship a few moments later, gun in hand as he eyed Bellamy and Leila unsurely. Bellamy noticed his glare and turned around, gesturing to himself and Leila. "Don't you think we wanna go after them, too?"
"If it was you out there, you think Monty, Clarke or Finn would hide behind these walls?" Jasper asked, somewhat accusingly.
"No," Bellamy replied, pacing in front of Jasper. "They'd go after me. Then they'd be dead, too. I am doing what I think is right for the group."
Myles groaned from the sudden rise in noise and Leila shot both boys a glare. "Take it somewhere else or shut the hell up, you got me?"
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