Osu Throu Daun Ogeda || We Fight Together || A 100 Fanfiction

XXIV

A/N - Hi, just thought I'd announce that I am posting so many chapters due to my schedule for Wednesday through Sunday as College Welcoming is starting and I have to attend mostly every event as it is mandatory. Just pushing out as many as I can but I hope you enjoy. Sorry not sorry for this one though...
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- Third Person POV -
In the dim candlelight of the Commander's quarters, Jordan stirs from a restless sleep, her body still aching with every small movement. The room is quiet, the only sound is the soft rustle of fabric as she tries to shift into a more comfortable position. But as she moves, a sharp, radiating pain shoots through her torso, forcing a groan from her lips.

Lexa, who is barely asleep, immediately notices the change in Jordan's breathing. Her eyes flicker open, and she sits up and looks at Jordan beside her, concern etched into her usually stoic features.

"Jordan?" Lexa's voice is low and gentle, but there is an edge of urgency to it. She reaches out, brushing her fingers lightly against Jordan's forehead. Her skin is hot to the touch, far too warm and also damp.
"You have a fever." Lexa observes, her tone growing more serious. "Nyko said the wounds might get infected, but this..."

Jordan grimaces, the pain in her lacerations making it difficult to focus. "It hurts, Lexa." Jordan rasps through gritted teeth, her voice strained. "It's not just the fever. The wounds... they're burning. The pain is spreading."

Lexa's expression tightens, her worry deepening as she stands and goes to the opposite side of Jordan. She carefully lifts Jordan's shirt, peeling back the three bandages covering Jordan's abdomen and chest, revealing the deep lacerations and holes that mar her skin. The edges of the wounds are red and inflamed, a few with discolored liquid forming around them, a clear sign of infection. The sight of them makes Lexa's heart clench—Jordan has already endured so much, and now this.

"I'll get Nyko." Lexa utters, her voice steady despite the turmoil she feels inside. "We'll take care of this."
As she moves to leave, Jordan catches her wrist, her grip weak but insistent. "Don't leave." She murmurs, her eyes glassy with pain. "Please... just stay."

Lexa hesitates, staring at the woman on the bed. "I have to get him, and I will be right back." She tells her before turning swiftly, walking with urgency as she leaves the bedroom to Jordan's dismay.

She bangs heavily on the door of Nyko's quarters, hoping the man will open them quickly. "Nyko!" She calls out as she bangs on it again.

The door opens following the second round, Nyko facing his superior with a sleep filled expression. "Heda, what's going on?" He questions, realizing who is standing before him.

"It's Jordan, her wounds are infected." She informs him quickly.

He gathers his supplies quickly, following the Commander back to her quarters where Jordan lays in pain, her breathing ragged.

"I'm right here," Lexa assures her, sitting back down beside her as  Nyko moves at a quiet efficiency, mixing herbs and preparing a salve.

His expression is one of deep concentration as he carefully applies the mixture to the wounds on her chest. Jordan winces at the actions. "Hold on, Jordan." Nyko murmurs, his voice laced with a calmness that Jordan appreciates but it's not helping as his gentle yet firm pressure continues onto her abdomen. "This will help with the pain and speed up the healing."

Jordan nods weakly, her eyes half-closed as she focuses on his voice. The pain in her body is intense, a constant throb that flows with each breath. Her thoughts drift again to the events that has led her to this point—the encounter with Byrne whom still has not received punishment, and the betrayal that had nearly cost her life.