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My eyes stare up at the sky, but I seen no blue. It was cloudy, grey. I shut my eyes a moment feeling hands on my shoulder pressing hard. My eyes open back up and I'm met with concerned green ones before I see blue ones on my left side.
"Y/N, you're going to be okay, alright?" Clarke said looking from my eyes to my shoulder. I nod slowly feeling hands grab my own and squeeze them. I squeeze back knowing it was Lexa. I switch my eyes to her and see her looking all over my face before looking up to Clarke.
"Can you get the bullet out?" Lexa asks. Clarke looks to Lexa and nods before looking away and behind her.
"Jackson!"
"Here, here," I hear Jackson say as he runs up and sits at the top of my head. "Your blood... It's black."
"She has nightblood," Lexa responds looking back down at me. "It was the only way to save her six years ago. Now please, save her now." From the top of my eyes I can see Jackson nod and him and Clarke gathering stuff. However when Clarke leans over more towards me I can see her eyes soften.
"Hey, Y/N this is going to hurt like hell but we have to get the bullet out, alright?" Clarke says and I nod my head up and down carefully. "I want you to bite down on this for me and if you need to, which you will squeeze Lexa's hand okay?" I nod once again as she puts something to my mouth. I open up my lips and gently bite down on the folded up scarf. My eyes close and I brace myself for what's to come next.
"Y/N, Y/N I'm sorry!" I hear Octavia's voice shout. My eyes open a little but I don't sit up. Whoever's hand is on my shoulder is keeping me down, which is probably for the best. But I seen Lexa's head turn looking to where Octavia stood. I squeeze Lexa's hand, not wanting her to go, but she gently let go of my hand and stood up.
"You're sorry?" Lexa questioned, my eyes following her as she walks towards the girl. "You could have killed her!"
"I meant to shoot you!" Octavia shouted. I try to sit up but feel Clarke push me back down. My eyes look to her and she shakes her head before looking down to my arm and grabbing something. And before I knew it I felt fingers pry into my arm and blood piercing screams escape my lips. It's muffled through the gag but my eyes squeeze together tightly as the screams keep escaping.
"Clarke, hurry!" Jackson shouts over my screams.
"I'm trying! It's-" Clarke pauses and I suddenly no longer feel her fingers. My screams die down and I let myself try and relax. I breathe in and out, my breathes uneven as I feel a hand press against the bullet wound. "It's out, it's out." I feel the scarf removed from my mouth letting my mouth relax. My eyes stay closed for a bit and I can feel both Clarke and Jackson attending the wound.
"If she would have died, you would have been the next," I hear Lexa say, through her teeth. My eyes slightly open and I see Lexa get down beside me, yet as she takes a hold of my hand and our eyes lock my eyes close slowly. "Clarke?"
