Space Queen [1]

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Raven's pained screams echo around camp as Clarke presses a scolding hot blade onto her wound.

"that should stop the external bleeding" Clarke tells me, Bellamy and Finn as she puts the blade down.

"Wren, let me have a look at your shoulder" she comes over to me and examines my wound "bullet went straight through, i need to cauterize it so it won't get infected"

she walks back over to the knife and heats it up again as i stare at it in fear.

As i pull my top of one shoulder i feel Bellamy's warm hand in mine, sending me a reassuring smile.

Clarke comes back over with the knife and looks me dead in the eye "ready?"

I nod hesitantly but i can't suppress the scream that leaves my mouth as the knife makes contact with my skin.

White hot blinding pain erupts all through me body as i squeeze Bellamy's hand, the smell of burning flesh fills the room once again as i feel like i'm about to pass out.

"that's one done, now the other side" Clarke states as she takes the knife away from my skin.

'she pressed down way longer on mine then she did Raven's, she's enjoying this too much'

I brace my self for the pain that's about to come by looking at Bellamy's reassuring smile.

Another scream leaves my mouth as everyone in the room, except Clarke, and everyone out side the drop ship flinch at the pain in my voice.

"all done" i breath heavily as Clarke puts the knife back down and goes to look at Raven's injury again.

"what i don't get is how Murphy got a gun" Finn exclaims as i pull my shirt back on and plop my self on the floor next to Raven, completely exhausted as grabbing her hand in mine.

"long story" i tell him as Raven groans in pain.

"we got lucky, if Murphy hit the fuel tank instead of me we will all be dead" Raven comments.

"you getting shot isn't what i'd be calling lucky" i grumble as she smiles softly at me.

"wait there's rocket fuel down there? enough to build a bomb?" Clarke questions.

"enough to build a hundred bombs, if we had any gun powder left" Raven breaths out, disappointed about the gun powder.

"lets get back to the reapers, maybe they will help us" Bellamy holds up Lincoln's book with the drawing of a reaper in it "the enemy of my enemy is my friend right?"

"not this enemy, we saw them, trust me. its not an option" Clarke explains to us, remember her encounter with them.

"there's no time for this, can she walk or not" Finn grows inpatient, just wanting to leave.