✮ Her head wished she had went on thinking he was an infuriating, overly-confident, horribly handsome asshole, that hated her people and always put himself first. Her heart knew he wasn't any of those things. He was a celestial; a man plucked from t...
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"But you, children of space, you restless in rest, you shall not be trapped nor tamed."
—Kahlil Gibran
Clarke heated a knife and brought it down onto Raven's wound to stop the bleeding, and that was all she could do with such a short amount of time available. She had moved on to Astoria next, the girl pealing off her bloodied jacket and pulling the strap of her tank top off her shoulder with a hiss. It had stopped bleeding long ago, but the bullet remained deep in the skin.
"We got lucky," Raven stated from where she laid in the middle of the small group of Astoria, Bellamy, Clarke, Finn, and herself. She looked pale, and it made Astoria worry. "If Murphy hit the fuel tank instead of me, we'd all be dead."
"Wait, there's rocket fuel down there?" Clarke questioned, grabbing some of the left over moonshine and using it to sterilise her hands and Astoria's wound. When the cold liquid hit her skin, Astoria held back a groan and clenched her teeth. "Enough to build a bomb?"
Raven nodded, "Enough to build a hundred bombs—if we had any gunpowder."
"Let's get back to the Reapers," Bellamy interjected, looking to Lincoln's journal. Finn had brought it with him, and on the page open was a drawing of a reaper. It made Astoria shiver. "Maybe they'll help us. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right?"
"Not this enemy," Clarke shock her head.
Astoria flinched as she began to remove the bullet. "She's right," she elaborated to distract herself. "Reaper's are like wild animals. You can't have a conversation with one, let alone recruit them to join our fight—" She stopped herself when Clarke quickly ripped the bullet out of her skin, placing a cloth over the wound as fresh blood seeped out. "Skrish, Clarke!" Astoria hissed.
"Theres no time for this," Finn rushed out now that the bullet was out of Astoria's skin, turning to Clarke. "Can she walk or not?"
The blonde looked to Raven, "No, we have to carry her."
"The hell you will," the mechanic began to sit up. "I'm good to go."
Clarke placed a hand on her arm to stop her, "Listen to me, that bullet is still inside of you. If by some miracle there's no internal bleeding, it might hold until we get somewhere safe, but you are not walking there. Is that clear?"
Raven gave a small, defeated nod. "I'll go get the stretcher," Finn told them as she laid back down.
"Can't run away fast enough, huh?" Finn had barely moved three steps before Bellamy spoke up. His words made Astoria sigh. "Real brave."
