"prisoners of the ark, hear me now"
in which a councillors daughter, a girl who doesn't exist, and a hotshot engineer find out how to survive on the dead planet of earth
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seasons 1-2 of the 100
multiple love interests for mu...
"focus on the good, bell. that's what will get us through this"
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RAVEN SCREAMED OUT AS THE RED-HOT blade was pressed to her abdomen. Clarke cauterised the wound, stopping the bleeding. It was the only thing she could do for her, at least until they got somewhere safe. Clarke was pushing for them to leave, finding things even worse than she thought when they returned. They had no chance against the Grounders.
Waverly stayed rooted at Raven's head, pressing her hand down to her forehead as she softly brushed her hand across her hair. Her other hand reached down, holding tightly to Raven's.
"That should stop the external bleeding." Clarke said, placing down the hot knife.
"I don't understand." Finn shook his head. "How did Murphy get a gun?"
"Long story." Bellamy said, looking towards Waverly.
"We got lucky." Raven gritted out.
"How did we get lucky?" Waverly stared down at her. "Murphy shot you, and made Bellamy hang himself. He nearly killed us. That's not exactly my definition of luck."
"We did." Hazel nodded. "If Murphy hit the fuel tank instead of Raven, we'd all be dead."
"Wait, there's rocket fuel down there?" Clarke asked quickly. "Enough to build a bomb?"
"Enough to build a hundred bombs." Raven said, "if we had any gunpowder left."
"Thank you, Murphy." Waverly muttered out, looking up towards Jasmine. Jasmine watched her, a quizzical expression crossing across her face.
"Let's get back to the Reapers." Bellamy looked down at the drawing in Lincoln's book. "Maybe they'll help us. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right?"
"Not this enemy." Jasmine shook her head.
"We saw them. Trust me." Clarke shook her head. "It's not an option."
"There's no time for this." Finn turned towards Clarke, looking up from where Raven laid. "Can she walk or not?"
"No." Clarke shook her head. "We have to carry her."
"The hell you will." Raven started to push herself up, "I'm good to go."
"Raven!" Waverly grabbed onto her, stopping her from standing.
"Hey, listen to me." Clarke met her eyes, stepping in to convince Raven to stay still. "That bullet is still inside you. If by some miracle there's no internal bleeding, it might hold until we get somewhere safe. But you are not walking there. Is that clear?"
Raven sighed, nodding her head. Waverly helped her lay back down.
"I'll get the stretcher," Finn started to head out.
