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A SMALL, weakened voice cut through the hum of voices. "Help me," they called weakly. It was Raven and she was bleeding out.
Elijah was by his best friend's side in a second, calling out her name with his eyes wide with fear and concern, hands looping around her waist to hold her up as her legs faltered. Raven's face contorted in pain; her hand clutched at her side, grasping a wound that was pouring blood. It seeped through her fingers slowly.
"Murphy shot her."
Finn came running towards Raven, scooping her up into his arms; he carried her towards the dropship and Elijah immediately followed, the crowd parting to make way for the three.
"You're going to be okay," Marley heard him reassure her and, if she knew Raven and Elijah, the girl had probably shot back some sarcastic or jokey remark but they were out of earshot before she could hear them.
Rather than just stand around being useless — she didn't want to get in Clarke's way while she was tending to Raven, as much as she wanted to be there for Elijah, she wasn't helpful and she wasn't exactly much use guarding the perimeter — it made sense to pack up her stuff. Even with Raven in the condition she was, they were still surely leaving.
Bellamy called her name after her when she turned to leave. "Let Clarke look at your wrists," he told her.
"I'm fine," Marley insisted with a shake of her head. When she glanced down at her hands, the bandages were mottled with blood. She grimaced but held her stance; she used to be great at pretending she was okay and that everything was fine and it was coming in handy now. "I don't want to get in the way."
"You won't get in the way."
Their eyes snapped to the dropship when they heard Raven cry out in pain. Marley's breath hitched in her throat; she'd been shot trying to help her and she couldn't help but feel guilty. She felt quite helpless, really. It seemed like she always needed to be saved, always needed someone to help her out, and just for once she wanted someone to need her.
Bellamy rested his hands on his hips. "Just let her check."
Marley quirked an eyebrow at him sceptically. After a pause, she replied, "Don't tell me what to do." She hoped he caught on that she was joking because she didn't really ever do that, not around him, at least; it was more than relieving when he grinned at her as she began to walk away, reluctantly headed towards the dropship.
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Clarke had checked over Marley's injured wrists and, apparently, they were fine; still, she'd poured what was left of Monty and Jasper's Unity Day moonshine over the wounds. She'd tried to grit her teeth through the pain — but the burn that shot through her fingers and up both her arm caught her off guard — and she felt bad for the little yelp that escaped her lips, especially with Raven laying just beside her. Although, apparently a bullet to the side wasn't enough to stop her and Elijah making fun of each other.
