I WAS RESTING MOST OF THE NEXT DAY. A few people came to visit me. Raven explained to me how she came down and how Dr. Griffin was supposed to come down with her but she got caught. I was pretty intrigued with the fact that she rebuilt an entire pod from scrap in only a few days.
On the bright side, I was feeling much better. My wound was still sore but I was happy to see that I was slowly but surely recovering. According to Raven, Finn was doing much better.
Jess had been sitting with me for about half an hour or so and eventually, she ended up falling asleep. Miller was just called off guard-duty to talk to Roma's parents.
Octavia had been sitting in the drop ship, being stubborn and waiting for an opportunity to see Lincoln. Miller climbed down the ladder and walked out of the drop ship, giving me a 'hey' as he walked past me. Octavia hid from him as he walked out.
As soon as Miller was out of sight, Octavia sped up the ladder. I snuck behind her.
On the third level, where Lincoln was chained up, Octavia was cleaning up his wounds.
"Hey," I announced my presence as I climbed up the ladder and shut the hatch after me.
"You're supposed to be resting," Octavia said with a small smirk.
"Since when do I do what anyone says?" I sassed jokingly and grabbed another cloth to help Octavia. I dipped it in the bucket and walked over to them, Octavia was talking to Lincoln.
I don't think she knows he speaks English. Little does she know.
"My name. Is... Lincoln," Lincoln croaked, his words barely audible.
"Lincoln," Octavia repeated with a small smile. "I'm Octavia." She introduced herself. "That's Tahlia." She gestured toward me as I gave Lincoln a knowing smirk. He glanced at me, a smirk tugging at his lips. Octavia didn't notice, she only noticed the fact that Lincoln didn't respond afterward.
"Is that all you're gonna say?" Octavia asked.
"It's not safe for us to talk," Lincoln grumbled.
"I'll keep Miller stalled if I have to," I piped up. "Octavia... I need to tell you something later," I said nervously, looking at Lincoln for approval. He reluctantly nodded. "It's okay, we can trust her," I assured him.
"What do you two know that I don't?" Octavia queried. She looked to me for answers. I mouthed 'tell you later' and she nodded.
"Bye, Lincoln. I'll try to break you out again later." I said cheekily as I left the room and closed the hatch, leaving Octavia stunned at my unfamiliar words.
I managed to distract Miller but only for a couple minutes before he caught on to what I was doing.
"Octavia's up there with the Grounder, isn't she?" He interrupted as I was trying to tell him my wound was feeling better.
"Psh. No, she's... Uh... She went to the latrine?" I stuttered nervously.
"You are a horrible liar. Remind me to never let you be my wingman." Miller said, earning a small chuckle from me. "Now, lay back down before Clarke and Bellamy kick my ass for letting you out of bed." He ordered.
I rolled my eyes and propped myself back on the bed.
To say I was bored was an understatement. I wasn't allowed out of bed, even if I was allowed, I couldn't do anything because of my stupid stab wound. I was sore, helpless and bored. It was torture.
"Hey, what time is it?" I asked Octavia, who was apparently on her way to give Miller some food.
"Just after noon," She informed. "Hey, I'm gonna break Lincoln out, you wanna help?" She smirked, speaking quietly so no one else could hear.
I nodded. "How?"
She told me her plan. Apparently the nuts that everyone was eating, cause hallucinations and make people go crazy, so Octavia was going to give some to Miller and distract him from Lincoln. Then she would give Lincoln some clothes to help him blend in with us and then he can slip out of camp without being seen. I have to admit, it was a pretty genius plan.
"What do you need me to do?" I asked, sitting up.
"Go find some clothes outside and meet me back here in fifteen," I nodded at her plan and stood up, wincing a little at the pain in my stomach. Octavia climbed up the ladder to give the food to Miller.
I walked out of the drop ship and believe me when I tell you; it was chaos. Everyone seemed... drunk... or crazy.
I spotted a couple kids dancing and taking off their shirts so I hobbled over to them and grabbed one of the largest hoodies I could find, hoping it would fit Lincoln's large frame. Seriously, the dude was like a bodybuilder. I also grabbed a jacket and a pair of pants that were laying on the ground.
I spotted Jess... kissing Sterling and telling him he was the most beautiful broom in a broom closet of brooms. These nuts really did make them... well, nuts.
I knew it was just the rations that were making them loopy so I didn't bother interfering.
I saw Miller stumbling out of the drop ship, having a conversation with no one in particular, maybe an imaginary friend. I held back a laugh as I passed him and he didn't even notice my presence.
The drop ship was empty, everyone was outside being lunatics. I climbed up the ladder, wincing at the strain it put on my stitches. I reached the third level and pushed the hatch open with my elbow since my hands were full.
"I got the clothes," I announced.
"They'll know you helped me," Lincoln protested as Octavia helped him get dressed.
"You said it - you stay here, you'll die. I'm not gonna let that happen." Octavia helped Lincoln put his arm through the sleeve of the jacket.
"I'm not gonna put either of you in danger." Lincoln objected.
"You won't be. Everyone's going crazy right now, they won't see you." I assured.
"You should be resting, young one." Lincoln said firmly, it kind of made him sound like a dad, which was funny. I rolled my eyes.
"And you should be escaping." I sassed, hoping I got the words right.
Octavia cleared her throat between our banter. "Ahem. English please."
Lincoln was weak, it took both Octavia and myself to help him out of the drop ship, although I wasn't able to be much help due to my weakened state. Lincoln was limping and stumbling all over the place as we exited the drop ship.
"What did you do?" He inquired.
"Set out some of our winter rations a little early," Octavia shrugged smugly.
"Jobi nuts, the food you gave my guard. They go bad, they cause visions but it wears off," Lincoln put two and two together.
"Just try to get as far away as you can, ok, and try not to get yourself killed," Said the Blake sister.
Lincoln leaned down to kiss Octavia, I was not expecting that. Gross.
"Ew." I whined. "Gross."
The two of them chuckled. Lincoln bent down slightly and ruffled my hair. "Stay safe, young one." He said before leaving.
Octavia smiled at me, happy that Lincoln was able to escape. "So what did you wanna tell me? Also, does it explain why the hell you speak Grounder?" She grinned.
We sat down around a fire and I told her everything. I told her about my blood and about Lincoln and about the language, just everything. After I was done, she sat silent for a moment, processing the whole thing before a small smirk crept up on her lips.
"Grounder Princess?"
I giggled and shook my head. "More like... possible future Grounder Princess."
"Also, you gotta teach me how to talk Grounder," Octavia said seriously. I laughed and nodded.
Later that night, Bellamy and Clarke came back with guns and some other stuff they found at the supply depot. I was a bit uneasy about the guns. Guns are essentially the same thing as bombs and that's what ended the world in the first place.
I was sitting with Octavia and looking outside of the wall when I felt something soft wrap around my body. I looked up and saw Bellamy putting a bright orange blanket over Octavia, he had put one over me as well.
"I don't expect you to forgive me, but you'll have to find a way to live with me because I'm not going anywhere," He said to his sister which I thought was so sweet.
"Bellamy. It's time," Clarke said from a few feet away.
"Time for what?" I asked curiously, cocking my head to the side.
"Time for me to face my demons," Bellamy answered. "And time for bed for you," He pointed a finger at me.
He turned to walk off before stopping in his tracks. "The Grounder escaping, was that you?" He asked his sister.
"I had nothing to do with it." Octavia didn't spare a glance at the older sibling.
"Tahlia?" He asked, guessing it might have been me.
"Don't look at me, I've been resting all day," I defended, snuggling myself into the blanket.
"Thanks for the blanket." Octavia said, no more than a hint of emotion in her voice.
That night was a good night. Bellamy was pardoned for his crimes, Octavia and him were finally getting back on good terms, the crazy nuts had worn off and I was starting to recover. Clarke checked on my wound and changed my bandages. I went back to mine, Jess' and Harper's tent and fell into a peaceful slumber as soon as my head hit the pillow.