Redemption {B.B}

Fourteen- Cicatrize

[Warning; Blood, Surgery, Pain, Guns, and more blood. Don't read this if these things bother you]

Gunners sat at their posts while the camp was in full swing, preparing for the inevitable grounder attack. Raven screamed as Clarke cauterized her gunshot wound. Natalia laid on the table beside her, breathing heavily. Fortunately, Clarke was able to stop the bleeding. But like Raven, the bullet was somewhere inside her hip. "That should stop the external bleeding." The blonde placed the knife down as she turned to her sister. Bellamy was holding her hand as a thick layer of sweat covered her body. 

"Clarke." Natalia croaked out. She looked down at her sister, knowing what she had to do. "Nat, I need to get the bullet out," Clarke stated reluctantly. "How?" Bellamy asked, still making eye contact with the redhead beside him. "The way Murphy shot you...He didn't hit any organs. Maybe a few tendons and nerves but nothing too damaging." She paused, sighing. "For you to walk, I need to make an incision and cut it out. Think about it for a little bit before you make a decision." Natalia nodded, laying her head back on Bellamy's jacket. A tear slipped down her cheek as she knew this would be more than painful. But she also knew she would prefer to walk when the grounders came. "I don't understand," Finn yelled. "How did Murphy get a gun?!" 

"Long story," Bellamy mumbled. 

"We got lucky," Raven said, looking over to Natalia. "If Murphy hit the fuel tank instead of me, we would've gone boom instead of that wall." 

"Wait, there's rocket fuel down there?" Clarke asked, still keeping a tight hold on her sister's hand. "Enough to build a bomb?"

"Enough to build a hundred bombs," Raven answered, closing her eyes tightly in pain. "If we had any gunpowder left."

"What about the reapers?" Octavia asked, holding up Lincoln's book. "Maybe they'll help us," Bellamy interjected. Clarke looked to Finn as Natalia sat up with as much strength as she could, "The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right?"

"Not this enemy." Clarke shook her head. "We saw them, trust me. It's not an option."

"I wanna do it." Natalia croaked out, raising her head slightly. "Are you sure?" Clarke asked as the redhead nodded. "I don't want to be a sitting duck. I need to be able to fight."

"You won't be fighting." Bellamy snapped, "But you'll be able to run if you need to." Natalia turned her head to Bellamy, "I don't run from fights. And I never will." Then, placing her head back on the table, she lifted her hand, which was intertwined with Clarkes, "Do it."

The blonde nodded, "Octavia get Monty's moonshine. Finn, get wet rags and bandages. Soren and Irina sterilize the knives. And Bellamy," She paused as he looked up to her, "Hold her down." 

Bellamy's hands pressed firmly onto Nat's legs. Soren holding her shoulders down as Octavia and Irina held both her arms. "You won't have anesthesia. There won't be any pain medicine, and you'll have to take it easy on walking." Clarke paused, "Are you sure you want to do this?" She asked once again. "Yes, I do." The redhead looked over to Raven, "I need to do this." Clarke nodded, lifting Nat's shirt as Octavia slipped her jeans just below her thighs.

"Not gonna lie. Having people see me basically naked might be worse than getting shot." Natalia joked as Clarke let out a genuine chuckle. "I need you to bite down on this." Clarke held up Bellamy's belt he gave her. Nat nodded, once again, biting tightly onto the leather. 

"Alright on three," Clarke warned, holding the knife just above the broken skin. "One." Bellamy tightened his hold on her legs. Soren looked down worryingly as Irina squeezed the redhead's hand. "It's gonna be okay, Red." Octavia soothed as Natalia nodded, tears streaming down her face.