Her Weakness

Chapter 29

Clarke's hand tenses around mine when her home comes into view.

"We can hide our relationship, if you wish." I murmur and trail my fingers across her hand in what I hope is a comforting motion.

"No, I won't hide who I am. They'll get over it. Eventually."

I squeeze her hand. I still find it hard to believe that this is real and not just another dream. The guard shouts to someone behind him and the gate opens as we walk in.

We must be a sight to see. Lincoln is the only one not covered in blood. The rain did not manage to clean it all off. I grunt as I feel my wound open again from the stress of walking so far. I give Clarke and apologetic look and put the pressure of the hand that was lucky enough to hold hers against my side. I am bleeding again.

"Damn," Clarke says when she sees why I let go. "Let's get you to my mother."

Her mother rushes out, relief flashing across her face as she notices her daughter before turning to distaste as she sees me. I cannot say I blame her for not liking me.

"Clarke--"

She cuts her mother off, "Don't interrogate us until we're both okay."

Clarke's mother takes in the sight of me clutching my side and Clarke gently cradling her arm. She nods and turns, snapping orders at an assistant that scurries off to do her bidding.

Clarke places her good hand at the small of my back, coaxing me forward as her mother walks through the labyrinth that is their home. I feel my heart rate increase at her touch, but I am too out of it to lean into her.

Blood trickles through my fingers and plops on the floor. The world blurs and I blink rapidly, trying to clear my vision as Clarke's mother slows down. She holds open the door for us, but has an expression that tells me she would rather hit me in the face with it. I am suddenly exhausted and stumble the last few steps as Clarke and her mother help me onto a medical bed.

Everything is out of focus again, and I am barely conscious enough to hear what they are saying.

"Shit. She's lost a lot of blood. We'll need..."

I lose focus again.

"Will she make it? Will she be okay?" I recognize Clarke's worried voice through my haze.

I am unable to stay awake long enough to hear the answer.