𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, the 100 [1]

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It was pouring rain outside of the dropship. People were trying to get the tarp that covered the entrance of the dropship closed. Raven was desperately trying to get in contact with the Ark. "Are you sure you have the right frequency?" Monroe asked Raven. "Yeah, I'm sure," Raven snapped back.

"Raven? You can do this. Okay?" Clarke reassured. Aleta patted Raven's shoulder before she and Clarke went back to where Finn was laid. Clarke unwrapped the cloth from around the knife and Aleta flinched slightly. There was a lot of blood and Aleta was afraid that they wouldn't be able to stop it completely.

Raven continued to try to gain contact with the Ark and Aleta began to lose hope that they would. Clarke began pacing impatiently and Aleta ran her hands through her hair before sitting on a crate. She glanced around the dropship and all the people in it made her feel uncomfortable.

"This is a restricted station. Who is this? Please identify yourself," a male voice spoke, causing Aleta's eyes to widen. She jumped out of her seat and quickly made her way over to Raven. "This is Raven Reyes. I-I'm from Mecha Station. I'm transmitting from the ground. The hundred are alive. Please, you need to get Doctors Abby Griffin and Gianna Correia. Now," Raven said in desperation. A beat of silence passed.

"Raven? Are you there?" Abby Griffin's voice was heard. Clarke released a breath. "Mom? Mom it's me," the blonde said. It was quiet for another moment before Abby was heard again. "Clarke?" She asked. "Mom I need your help. One of our people was stabbed by a grounder," Clarke rushed.

"Clarke. This is the Chancellor. Are you saying there are survivors on the ground?" Jaha spoke. "Yes, the Earth is survivable. We're not alone," Clarke confirmed. It was quiet for a long moment. "Abby, he's dying. The knife is still in his chest," Aleta said urgently.

"Okay, can you patch me through to medical?" Abby asked someone. Chancellor Jaha spoke again, "Clarke. Is my son with you?" Aleta frowned and looked at Clarke sadly. "I'm so sorry. Wells is- Wells is dead," Clarke replied after a moment.

Aleta moved back over to Finn when a new voice was heard. "Aleta? Aleta, are you there?" A woman questioned. "Mom," Aleta breathed out as she walked back over to the radio. "Aleta?" Gianna asked again. "Mom I'm here," Aleta responded. "Thank God. Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Gianna asked quickly.

"No, I'm fine," Aleta replied. It was a lie. She wasn't fine, she was freaking out. Not only about Finn but about the fact that she could be dying from some disease that's turning her blood black. All traces of the black blood had long since been scrubbed clean from her face so as to not raise any questions. However, Aleta felt a little paranoid that people would figure it out and try to throw her out of camp.

Clarke looked over at Aleta with a raised eyebrow and Aleta shook her head in response. Now was not the time to bring up her unusual colored blood. Finn was dying and at the moment, Aleta was fine so her problem wasn't a top priority.