Skyfall ☾Flarke AU [SLOW UPDATES]

28; i am tired of my grief

Tuesday, 12:11 AM

"N-no..." Clarke released a sob before rushing down next to him and seized his wrist firmly, her heart beating out of her chest as she tried to find a pulse. It's only when she placed two fingers on the skin of his neck that she finally felt a low beating; she closed her eyes out of relief and another cry escaped her lips as she ran her fingers gently through his hair, depositing a kiss on top of his forehead. He was alive and she couldn't have been happier about this, but he still had thought about doing this... she didn't know what to think, nor what to say or feel, she was terrorized and wouldn't believe that this was happening. Why would he even do this?! She tried to observe the cut closer, but her eyes were too tearful to see a thing. Her own heart had difficulties beating, she just couldn't understand why he would try and take his own life just life that. That's when she noticed the small puddle of blood surrounding the spot where Lincoln knelt, and saw next to it the small penknife, its blade covered of blood as well. More tears filled her eyes when she tried imagining him a few hours ago in the same room, thinking about doing this. Did he even think about her? She was filled with anger, but also confusion, pain and horror; none of this made any sense. Without waiting any longer, she teared a piece of her shirt off and attached it as tight as she could around his wrist to stop the blood, her heart racing fast in her chest. She could obviously not stop herself from crying, but it didn't stop her from trying anything she could to save him. She wasn't ever going to give up on him.

Lincoln watched as he held up the upper half of the boy's body with his arms, and he looked as terrorized as her.

"He n-needs blood..." Clarke informed as she got up and wiped her eyes, remembering that she had packed some medical equipment earlier, and she recalled having brought the required equipment to collect and transfer blood. Then, she looked up at Lincoln and hurried out of the barn, running as fast as she could in direction of the car.

Suddenly, a dark figure appeared in front of her, and she violently bumped into it before crumbling across the ground.

"Why the hell are you running like that for?" Murphy's voice asked, and only by the tone of his voice Clarke knew that he probably was extremely irritated. "You okay?" He questioned while offering his hand to help her up, but she ignored it and got up by herself.

"N-no..." she told him before stifling a cry and without looking at him, she continued her jog toward the car. Of course, Murphy followed after her.

"Hey! What's wrong?" He asked, rubbing his head softly as he caught up with her. He was having one of those awful headache due the all the alcohol he's been drinking, but he was used with them by now.

"F-Finn... he..." she started, but soon got interrupted by her own sob. She was breathless and didn't know how to react when she felt Murphy's hand on her shoulder, but she figured he wanted her to look at him.

"Clarke, hey, slow down!" He told her before moving her in front of him as he seized her shoulders, and they both stopped running. "What's wrong with Finn?" He asked with a concerned tone, his brows furrowing lightly.

"He tried to..." she paused, trying to stop crying. "He tried to kill himself!"

As soon as the words came out her mouth, Murphy's eyes drifted to the floor and his jaw dropped a little, as if trying to process what she had just revealed. "Why the fuck would he do that?!"

"I... I don't know..." deep down her heart, she feared that she was the reason of his sufferings, accompanied with the death of his little sister, and the horrors they had witnessed in the lab. "Please I've gotta go..." she almost begged, and then felt his fingers let go of her arm.