Prisoner 83 | the 100

chapter eleven

The dirty blonde looked to Clarke who was visibly uncomfortable, which Hazel was able to understand. If she hadn't always been around when Finn and Raven were dating on the Ark, the dirty blonde wouldn't be used to their gross coupley-ness. But because the three had grown up together, Hazel considered it a normal, every day occurrence of her walking in on them when they were partaking in couple stuff. It used to bother her at first, but once Raven introduced the medic to her soon-to-be-boyfriend, Hazel barely noticed. She, too, became engrossed in over displaying public affection.

"Okay, Clarke, firm grip on the knife. You're gonna need to angle it upward and to the left—very slightly to the left—as it exits the rib cage," Abby instructed through the staticky radio. Because Hazel had been extremely adamant that Dr. Griffin needed to talk her daughter through the surgery, Raven felt obliged to make sure the satellite was in place—which meant she sent some prisoners onto the roof of the dropship during the storm to manually fix it.

Hazel watched the blonde as she nervously chewed on her lip and asked, "How very slightly?" Her question was answered with static, which was not a good sign. Raven ended up deciding to send more people to the roof to check the status of the satellite again. The mechanic wanted to do whatever she could to help, considering she felt useless.

"Wait, what was that? You dropped out," Clarke said after not being able to hear Abby through the radio. The connection continued to break up because of the storm, which terrified the three women in the dropship. They shared similar thoughts, why did there have to be a storm now, of all times?

Abby slowly repeated herself, "Clarke, three millimeters. Got it?" The doctor wanted to make sure her daughter could understand her perfectly. If Clarke wasn't exact in removing the dagger from Finn's chest, she could kill him. All three women knew that but didn't voice it, trying to stay as positive as possible.

"Yeah." Clarke looked over to Hazel in reassurance because she wanted the dirty blonde to take her place, but the medic shook her head. The blonde sighed before nodding and saying, "Okay, I got it. Here goes."

The radio spoke again, "Steady hand, Clarke. You've assisted me on trickier procedures than this. And once that knife is out, the hard part is over." To Clarke, the entire procedure was hard. The blonde princess wasn't confident, not only because she wasn't professionally trained, but also because there was a storm so powerful that it was shaking the dropship.

The dropship rumbled again because of the storm. Clarke tried her best to ignore it as she said, "All right. Extracting now."

"Clarke, wait!" Hazel stopped her. She noticed her brother's eyes beginning to flutter open. "He's waking up!" The shaggy haired male coughed as he opened his eyes, taking in the three looming, feminine shapes above him.

The blonde nodded and took a shaky breath before demanding, "Hold him still." She looked down at her now-awake patient, "Finn, I'm gonna get that knife out of you, okay?"

"Good plan," he somehow managed to say.

Hazel choked on a sob at her younger brother's words, elated just by hearing the sound of his voice. Clarke tried ignoring the two distraught women next to her as she said, "Finn, you can't move. You got it?"

He gave her a slight nod. "Okay. Here it goes."

"Nice and slow, Clarke," Abby reminded through the less staticky radio.

"Finn, do not move. Almost got it," her face scrunched up in concentration as she said, "Hold still."

The entire ship shook, causing Finn to roll off the table and the temporary doctor to fall over. "No!" Hazel cried out, worried that Clarke didn't get the knife before the dropship had shifted and that her brother was bleeding out on the floor. After a few dramatic seconds, the blonde stood up, looking at Raven and Hazel. Thankfully, Clarke showed them the knife, the dirty blonde let a tear drop from her eye as she said, "You did it." The two stared at each other, barely able to believe what had happened. Hazel didn't actually think Clarke could pull it off, but she was proven wrong.