𝘼𝙉 𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙇 𝙄𝙉 𝘿𝙄𝙎𝙂𝙐𝙄𝙎𝙀¹ ➣ 𝐵. 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑘𝑒✔

14 | Final Battle: Part 2

I cringed, listening to Raven cry out in pain as Clarke cauterized her wound. "Okay. That'll stop the external bleeding.

"I don't understand," Finn said. "How did Murphy get a gun?"

"Long story," Bellamy answered.

"We got lucky," Raven added weakly. "If Murphy hit the fuel tank instead of me, we'd all be dead."

"Wait, there's rocket fuel down there," Clarke asked and Raven nodded. "Enough to build a bomb?"

"Enough to build 100 bombs... If we had any gunpowder left."

I groaned as I sat up.

"Let's get back to the Reapers," Bellamy stated, looking at Lincoln's book. "Maybe they'll help us. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right?"

Clarke and Finn exchanged a look.

"Not this enemy," Clarke replied. "We saw them. Trust me, it's not an option."

"There's no time for this," Finn butted in. "Can she walk or not?"

"No," Clarke answered. "We have to carry her."

"Like hell, you will," Raven said, attempting to sit up. "I'm good to go."

Clarke leaned forward. "Hey, listen to me. That bullet is still inside 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 let out a sigh and nodded as she laid back down.

"What about Aiden?" Bellamy asked, looking at me. "That cut on her leg is pretty deep."

Clarke shook her head. "I don't have time to stitch her up and she's lost a lot of blood. I'll cauterize the wound so she doesn't bleed anymore, but she shouldn't walk on it."

I groaned internally as Clarke grabbed her knife and heated it up again in the small fire she made. Finn unwrapped my leg carefully, revealing that my cut was in fact pretty bad. I cringed; I was still bleeding. Clarke walked up to me.

"You ready?" She asked.

I closed my eyes. "Just get it over with."

Clarke nodded. As soon as the knife touched my leg, I hissed, crying out in pain. As a reflex, I grabbed the closest thing to me which happened to be Finn's hand. He winced slightly as I squeezed his hand. By the time Clarke finished, I was sweating bullets. I looked at Finn. "Sorry about your hand."

"I'm fine. I'll get the stretchers."

As Finn walked away, Bellamy spoke. "Can't run away fast enough, can you?"

Finn clenched his jaw and spun on his heel, walking back toward Bellamy. "Dying in a fight you can't win isn't brave, Bellamy, it's stupid."

"Spoken like every coward who's ever run from a fight." Bellamy walked around Raven's table, getting into Finn's face.

"Alright, that's enough," Clarke shouted. "It's time to go."

"If they follow?" Bellamy asked, looking at Clarke. "It's a 120-mile walk to the ocean."

"Look, we're wasting time," Finn butted in, interrupting Bellamy. "If he wants to stay, he can stay."

"No, he can't," Clarke said as Finn walked out of the drop ship. I closed my eyes as I listened to Clarke and Bellamy converse. "We can't do this without you, Bellamy."

Bellamy scoffed slightly. "What do you want me to say, Clarke?"

"I want you to say that you're with us. Those kids out there, they listen to you."