Grounded

Chapter 17- please don't leave me

WARNING: Many people are likely to find this chapter upsetting, as there are depictions of pain and assault, do not continue reading if you are likely to be affected by these themes.

CLARKE'S POV

I had finally been let out of the medical tent, all they needed to do was stitch it up and they gave me a weird herb to take away some of the pain. Heading straight for Lexa's tent, I couldn't fight the smile off of my face just thinking about our earlier kiss, the only regret being that I hadn't done it sooner, of course the commander had to beat me to it by kissing me first. I am nervous as hell to talk to her but I'm pretty sure she will still be in the meeting for awhile so I have some time to think about it.

As soon as I get in to her tent I quickly collapse on to the bed, my body being completely weak from all the fighting.

"Don't worry Clarke, your happiness will be short."

I quickly sit up, attempting to find the voice that seemed to come from the back of the tent, but I immediately regretted it as pain coursed through my every nerve and my hand shot back down to my wound, feeling it slightly re-open again. Shit. However, I refuse to give them an satisfaction so I remove my hand and stand up from the bed, grabbing my blade.

This is quickly snatched from me as someone emerges from behind me, grabbing the blade and placing another tightly against my throat as I am pushed back to the bed.

"You thought we would let you get away with it? You murdered most of our friends, just because they were trying to do the right thing."

I cannot speak so instead I slowly turn my head to see 5 other shadows emerging from the tent to stand over me. Deciding to test my luck I slowly lift my head slightly from the bed, feeling dribbles of blood trail down my neck.

"They tortured me for years, I gave them a chance to survive, they should have given their loyalty to the commander but instead they chose to make themselves the enemy, their death was their choice, not mine", attempting to sound as authorative and well.....Lexa like as possible.

I am quickly pushed back to the bed and the blade pressed tighter, as another blade is pressed on my wound, a hand covering my mouth from further speaking.

"You deserved all you got and more, we gave you the choice to let us take your life and end this, now it has been your choice for us to make it a little more fun....and this time your little 'commander' won't be here to stop it."

"I am going to enjoy this", and for some reason the malice behind that voice absolutely terrifies me.

Instantly I feel a blade quickly rip through each of my stitches and hard, tough punches are swiftly applied to it. The pain is over-bearing and for a moment I thought I would pass out as I once again felt blood drip down my stomach, still I refuse to give them the satisfaction and attempt to wipe all signs of pain from my face and bite down on the hand covering my mouth, quickly spitting out his blood.

"Go float yourself, you are still too weak, the commander will find out who killed me and then you will all suffer a much worse fate than mine".

My heart suddenly leaps, as I see Anya silently enter the tent and her eyes widen as she sees the scene before her. Her eyes lock with mine, both full of shock, but soon her eyes quickly harden as she turns and leaves just as silently as she entered. Did she really just leave me here to die? Even after the conversation before the battle, I knew she was not always fond of me but I could never expect that she would just leave me after practically begging me to make it through the battle alive, and I slowly feel my heart crack a little more, but the menacing voice above me quickly snaps me back to my senses.

"We have plans for your little commander, she will soon join you in death"......no. She does not deserve this.

"NO! I don't care what you do with me, kill me for all I care but do not harm her."

"That is exactly why we will, we have seen the way you look at her, she will suffer much more pain than you I promise."

Instantly, I feel a sharp blade trail it's way down my legs, further adding to the scars.

"I say we give her one last message, don't you?"

Once again, the blade sends pain coursing through my veins across my legs, and he quickly brings a mirror, forcing my head to look at the writing...'nothing'.

"You are nothing Clarke Griffin, eventually your little girlfriend would have seen that, she is just as weak as you".

I am so fucking done, suddenly I feel an overwhelming sense of power, and I force my other leg to quickly lift up, kicking him straight in the jaw and I flip myself over, grabbing the dagger that had been held across my throat and stand in a fighting stance holding the dagger protectively.

"THE COMMANDER IS STRONGER THAN YOU AND YOUR PATHETIC BRAIN COULD EVER IMAGINE, BUT I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO REALISE THAT", quickly throwing my blade as it burrows itself into his chest and I turn to the others that are slowly backing away from me, quivering with fear.

Suddenly, I hear people rush in to the tent, Anya shouting my name in worry, I guess she didn't leave me here to die. I quickly turn my head to see both Anya and Lexa and a few guards rush in though once they enter they immediately stare at me in shock. After a few moments Lexa eventually breaks our gaze as she realises the amount of blood that is slowly oozing from my body and glares at the people in the corner that are still shaking, I'm guessing from both fear and shock.

"TAKE THESE TRAITORS AND DO NOT LET THEM ESCAPE, THEY WILL FACE MY JUDGEMENT AT SUNRISE".

At her order, the guards quickly snap into focus, lunging forward to grab them and basically drag them out of the tent, also taking the body of the one that still has the dagger burrowed into his chest. As soon as they leave, I finally allow my exhaustion to take over, collapsing to the ground, but I do not feel the impact as I am caught in strong arms, and see both Lexa and Anya hovering over me, their eyes full of worry as hands are pressed to my bleeding wound, and Lexa yells to a guard that must still be outside, "Fetch Nyko immediately, she needs a healer NOW".

I feel those familiar hands cup my cheeks as she forces me to meet her gaze, "don't you dare give up Clarke, you can't leave me...that's a-an order", I can feel her voice breaking and her eyes gleam with each emotion passing through them, "yu gonplei nou ste odon.....please".

I use my last strength to lift my shaking hand to cup her cheek, "I-I love you Lexa, I'm sorry I waited s-so long, you gave me something to live for, something to fight for....don't ever stop doing that okay? People need you. Even if my fight i-is over, I w-will always be w-with you", I have no power to prevent the tears flooding down my face, and it seems neither does she.

"No I won't accept that, I-I can tell you I love you tomorrow, y-you just need to fight okay? For me, please hold on......please d-don't leave me".

"I-"