Redemption {B.B}

Eight- Thanatophobia

"Hold it down!!!" Boys yelled as they attempted to save the only cover they had for the drop ship door. The wind was picking up, as was the rain. They had never seen storms, let alone been in the middle of one in space. Clarke watched as the thunder boomed and lightning struck. 

"This is Raven Reyes calling Ark station." 

"This is Raven Reyes calling Ark station." 

"Come in, Ark station."

The brunette repeated as Clarke looked back to the two unconscious teenagers. 

"This is Raven eyes, calling Ark Station. Please come in." She repeated once again as Clarke made her way over to a distraught Raven. "Can anyone hear me?!"

"You sure you have the right frequency?" Monroe asked, leaning on the metal ladder. "Yeah, I'm sure!!" Raven snapped as Clarke bent down beside her. "Raven, You can do this, okay?" She reassures her as Raven nodded. She started to repeat her message as Clarke walked over to Nat and Finn, looking at them for the thousandth time in hopes something had changed. Clarke unwrapped the makeshift bandage as she inspected the oozing wound. 

"Ark station, please come in. I'm on the ground with the hundred." She looked over to the blonde who was leaning over her boyfriend, "We need you." Raven stated as Clarke rebandaged Finn. Clarke finished as she saw more blood seeping through the bandage around Natalia's head. Rushing over to her, she lifted her head, inspecting the now even bloodier gash. "Fuck. fuck. I need more bandages now!!" She yelled as a boy she knew to be as Soren rushed over. "What's going on?!" He questioned, seeing how worried the look on Clarke's face was. "Her head. It's bleeding worse than I thought. She-she could have brain damage or a drop in blood pressure. She could have paralysis-"

"Hey." He grasped Clarke's arm, "Don't focus on what could go wrong. Instead, focus on what do you need to do now." She nodded quickly, "Hold her head and hair up. I need to stop the bleeding." He did as she said, wrapping Natalia's bright red hair around his hand as he used the other to lift her limp head off the makeshift pillow. "Octavia!!" Clarke screamed. The brunette rushed down from the second level, immediately making her way to Clarke. "What's up?" She asked urgently. 

"I need something to sew her wound shut, okay? Anything." Clarke exclaimed, taking the old, bloodied bandages from Natalia's head. The brunette rushed up the ladder to the second floor where Monty was, "Hey, I need something for Clarke to sew up, Nat. Any ideas?" She shuffled around, trying to find something. "Here." She shot her eyes to monty, holding a thin line of black rope. "Is it too big?" He asked as she snatched it from him. "It'll have to do." She rushed back down, giving the rope to Clarke. The blonde eyed it for a moment before nodding, "It's gonna hurt, but she won't die from blood loss." 

Octavia seemed to let go of a breath she had been holding. "Flip her on her stomach. I need to have full access." Octavia and Soren started to pick the redhead up before Clarke held her hand up in a stopping motion, "Wait!" She threw off her jacket, laying it in a bunch on the table. "So her stomach wound doesn't re-open." The two nodded as Octavia gripped Nat's hips, Soren holding her up by her shoulders. They laid her on her stomach, and Octavia had pulled her hair into a tight bun so Clarke could see the entire gash. Clarke took a deep breath, "Shit, I- I don't have anything to sew it up with. Octavia looked around before shouting, "Does anyone have anything small and sharp?!" For once, the delinquents were quiet. "Anyone has anything?! A hairpin a small-"

"I have a hairpin." A small girl from the back offered. She walked up to Octavia, placing the pin in her hand. The girl was small, maybe the height of Octavia. She had long blonde hair that she had braided into two french braids. She wore grey jeans and a worn-out blue shirt. "Thank you." Octavia expressed as the two rushed back over to Clarke. "What's wrong with her?" The petite blonde asked. Clarke gripped the hairpin, sharpening it with her knife. "She got hit in the head," Octavia answered. The blonde nodded, going to stand at the foot of the table beside Soren. "What's your name?" He asked her. "Irina." She answered as Clarke threaded the thin rope through a hole in the hairpin. "Okay, this is going to hurt." She warned.