It echoes off the walls, burns in her ears, and it's moment too long before Clarke realizes that she's the one screaming. A completely useless act in a moment that requires action.
The small part of her still capable of reason thinks of Raven, screaming for Finn.
Rushing forward, she doesn't even think of Monty and the others, so sure that Emerson's stillness means he's no longer a threat. The real problem is in front of her. Sliding down onto her knees in a fluid motion, she grabs Bellamy's shoulders hastily looking for the wound, for something she can fix.
"Bellamy, Bellamy, no, please, I..." she says mostly for herself than for anyone else. "We can do this, we'll triage the injury and then we'll get the others." Running her hand gently along his abdomen, she feels for the tell-tale wetness, trying to not think of the entirely different way that she touched him earlier.
Her forehead touches against his, as she looks into his pained face. "Everything is going to be okay."
Monty's risen to his feet, standing closer to them than not and it isn't until he clears his throat that she remembers him. "What can I do?" he asks.
Clarke doesn't even look at him. "Just tell me what's going on with the others. We're gonna figure this out."
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It echoes off the walls, burns in her ears, and it's moment too long before Clarke realizes that she's the one screaming. A completely useless act in a moment that requires action.
The small part of her still capable of reason thinks of Raven, screaming for Finn.
Rushing forward, she doesn't even think of Monty and the others, so sure that Emerson's stillness means he's no longer a threat. The real problem is in front of her. Sliding down onto her knees in a fluid motion, she grabs Bellamy's shoulders hastily looking for the wound, for something she can fix.
"Bellamy, Bellamy, no, please, I..." she says mostly for herself than for anyone else. "We can do this, we'll triage the injury and then we'll get the others." Running her hand gently along his abdomen, she feels for the tell-tale wetness, trying to not think of the entirely different way that she touched him earlier.
Her forehead touches against his, as she looks into his pained face. "Everything is going to be okay."
Monty's risen to his feet, standing closer to them than not and it isn't until he clears his throat that she remembers him. "What can I do?" he asks.
Clarke doesn't even look at him. "Just tell me what's going on with the others. We're gonna figure this out."