Torn

Home Sweet Home

They reached camp by mid-day, all exhausted and all unbearably hungry. Clarke's face was stripped of all its color and she was shaking uncontrollably despite the summer heat. Sweat rolled down the sides of her forehead and she knew an infection had started. Bellamy carried her when she fell for the third time, ignoring her pleas to let her walk. Finally she gave in and allowed him to carry her all the while Monty cursing his luck but still terrified for Clarke.

"We're here!" Jasper cried running towards their make-shift gate, "we're here, guys."

Bellamy sighed in relief but his sigh was quickly turned into the sound of a strangled seal. Clarke was passed out in his arms her entire body hot and drenched in sweat.

"Clarke? Clarke?!", he said shaking her head

"What, what happened?" Monty asked scrambling over to Bellamy

But then he saw Clarke's limp body and his face fell, "Go! Go! Get her to camp, go on the dropship!" Monty said pulling Bellamy's arm

A horn sounded and Bellamy, Monty and Jasper stopped ten feet away from their camp.

"Who are you?" a familiar voice called out, "State your reason and don't come any closer. You have twelve weapons aimed for your hearts."

Jasper gulped but Bellamy's affirmative voiced yelled out, "Miller you idiot, open the damn gate! We found Clarke and if she isn't at the dropship in ten seconds she's gonna die. Open the doors!"

"Bellamy?", he asked in disbelief. His voice turned into pure glee, "It's Bellamy, open the gates Fox!"

Jasper ran in first, heading straight for the dropship, ignoring the campers appraisal. Monty ran in second his hand digging inside his pack and a piece of bandage in his mouth, he ran after Jasper. Bellamy ran in, only to be met by a significant amount of cheers, but dismissed them and ran into the dropship.

"Everyone. Out." he commanded

Monty threw everything off a steel table and gestured Bellamy to lay Clarke down. Jasper was already rummaging through the buckets to find some antibiotics and alcohol. Bellamy gently set Clarke down on the table and Monty went straight to work.

"Get me some clean bandages." he ordered Bellamy

While Bellamy ran around to find the bandages, Monty stripped Clarke of her boots and ripped open her jeans to reveal her arrow wound.

It was a ghastly shade of green and purple with blood oozing out of it.

"Jasper, did you find the alcohol!" he yelled

Jasper was at his side with alcohol, a syringe, and a bottle of antibiotics.

"Bellamy!" he called

Bellamy ran back with bandages, a cloth and some water.

"Okay, Bellamy hold her down."

"I'm not going to like this am I"

"Nope.", he said, "Jasper, alcohol."

Jasper handed it to him and held her leg. Monty breathed and poured it onto the wound. Clarke jerked up, but whip-lashed almost immediately because of Bellamy's weight. She screamed and next thing she knew tears were streaming down her cheeks. Jasper winced and Bellamy turned his head away. Monty grabbed the rag and cleaned the wound and Clarke screamed again and yelled a great amount of profanities at Monty.

"I'm doing this for you Clarke, I'm doing this for you." he said through gritted teeth

Clarke cried and shook her head biting her inner lip until she could taste the blood.

Monty cleaned the surrounding area of the wound with water and wrapped it tightly in clean bandages which caused Clarke to slam her fist into the table.

"Almost done Clarke." Monty said

He slipped the antibiotics and some water into her mouth and Clarke swallowed, breathing heavily.

Finally he took hold of the syringe.

"No", Clarke said, "nononono I'm not putting that in me."

"Clarke it can stop the infection."

"Yeah and it can can kill me also."

"You'll die without it, and you know that. We have to take the risk."

"Whoa wait, what? What's in that thing?" Bellamy questioned

"It's not what, it's where." Clarke breathed

"I have to put it into one of the smallest capillaries in the body"

"And..."

"It's in my face." Clarke gasped

" And..."

"If I miss, she'll most likely die." Monty whispered

"No." Bellamy said, "No way."

Jasper was horrified, "I'm with Bellamy."

"Guys if i don't do this the infection will spread and Clarke will die!"

Clarke choked on a sob but reluctantly nodded to Monty.

"You better have a damn good eye Monty" Bellamy warned

"And aim." Jasper squeaked

Monty let out a shaky breath, "Okay Clarke, three, two -she shut her eyes- one."