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ೃ⁀➷WHO'S AFRAID OF LITTLE OLD ME season one — episode three you're on your own, kid ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚
THROUGHOUT THE PAST FEW NIGHTS, Clarketried to help Jasper and monitored him, though, his moans kept them awake pretty much the entire night. If any of them got any sleep at all, it surely wouldn't be more than a couple minutes every now and then. Clarke did her best to keep him calm, but without medicine there wasn't much she could do.
Adelaide climbed up the ladder to where they kept Jasper. "They cauterised the wound," Clarke said, not noticing the brunette girl joining them. "Saved his life."
"Yeah, only to string him up for live bait," Finn glanced at Adelaide and slightly smiled. "Garden of Eden, this ain't."
Clarke picked up a scalpel from the med-kit the Ark sent down with them, and Adelaide inspected Jasper's wound. "That's infected. He could be septic," she said, causing Clarke to shoot a look at her.
"No offence, but I don't need you to inform me on how to do my job," Clarke spat, obviously meant with a lot of offence.
Shook, Adelaide scoffed. "Fine, whatever," she hurried towards ladder again, but stopped and turned around. "Screw you, Clarke."
Whatever feeling she felt the day before certainly was gone now. Right before she was about to climb back down, Wells appeared at the bottom. "Oh, yay, asshole day," Adelaide sighed. "Lecture any kids on your way here, Wells?" she asked and crossed her arms as he reached the top of the ladder.
He rolled his eyes at her. "How is he?" his voice was soft as he turned to Clarke kneeling over Jasper's body.
Clarke pushed her blonde hair behind her ears, and squinted her eyes at him. They were red from not getting enough sleep, everyone's eyes were. "What does it look like, Wells? Look at him!"
Clarke motioned to Jasper. Wells looked at him, clearly getting unwell at the sight of Jasper's bloody torso. It looked like he was about to puke.
The blonde placed the scalpel lightly on the skin around Jasper's wound. His moans grew louder, he was clearly suffering. She paused for a moment, as if she was rethinking everything, before making her first cut. Jasper screamed, which seemed to scare some.
"Adelaide! You're the closest to a doctor here, except me. I need some help," Clarke commanded. Adelaide kneeled down on the other side of Jasper, waiting for Clarke to tell her what to do. "Hold him still. I need to cut away the infected flesh."
