Love And War

Meeting The Commander

Clarkes first few hours were absolutely exhausting.
She patched up more soldiers then she could count, and already had one die on her.

She slumped down onto a metal chair in the corner of the medical tent. Burrying her hands into her face she sighed.

At that moment the tent flap widened and no other than Bellamy Blake walked in.

"Thank god you here." Clarke groaned.
"Well I wish I was bearing good news princess, but we have a problem."

"Of course we do." Clarke stood facing Bellamy.
"What happened?"

"It's Nyko."
"Nyko?" Clarke questioned.
Nyko had come in early with a damaged head and badly cut leg, nothing to serious.

"Clarke I think he has some internal bleeding."

Clarkes eyes widened.
"Take me to him."

Bellamy and Clarke stormed across camp grounds until she got to the much smaller green tent for less serious cases.

Clarke saw Finn standing and talking to Nyko.
Clarke glanced down and gasped.
"WHERE THE HELL IS HIS ARM!?!?!"

"Commander thought best to take it off because of all the nerve damage."

"THAT MUCH!" Clarke rubbed her face and took a few deep breaths.
"If she wants to do ANYTHING to our patients you contact me immediatly!"

Bellamy only nodded.
Clarke turned back to Nyko.

"Nyko?" Clarke questioned.
Nyko looked over and smiled.
"Well other then the Commanders little slip up, what seems to be the matter, he looks perfectly  normal!" Clarke hissed at Bellamy.

Bellamy shook his head slowly and approached Nyko.
"Nyko, hey would you mind showing Clarke that nasty battle bruise you showed me earlier?"

Nyko smiled, which seemed off for a gruff and large man such as himself, but he lifted up his dark blue shirt to reveal a nasty large purple bruise right by his heart.

"Shit." Clarke said aloud.

Clarke paced, limited supplies, no xrays, she trained for this and the only option was to go in blind or put Nyko out of his misery.

"We could go in blind."
"Clarke, ita next to his heart and with no anaesthetic hes more likely to die faster if we do it that way."

"So we let him DIE?!" Clarke said astounded by Bellamy's remark.

She looked to Finn for some reassurance but he stared down at his hands.

"This is the Commanders best soldier, if we let him die were not gonna be on her happy list and I DONT need that on the firsr day."

"Clarke-"
"Finn go get Indra or the commander and alert them Of Nyko's condition, me and Bellamy are doing this."

Clarke glared at Bellamy telling him that they indeed were doung this.

Bellamy shook his head, and retrieved the tools.

"Hes gonna die Clarke."
"And he'll die fighting." Clarke said flatly .

"Hey Nyko?" Clarke began, "I need you to take deep breaths of this." she extended the anaesthetic to Nyko, they may not have much left but this procedure needed it.

Nyko grabbed it, inhaling until his eyelids slowly shut.

"Here we go." Clarke lifted a scapple and started to gentle cut it down Nyko's side.

However, the cut did not go as planned.

Blood squrted almost immediatly on contact, and Nyko shot up and staring convulsing.