The Story of Bellarke

Chapter 3: the healer

The plan was going so well. They were nearly out of the gate, but then about six grounders spotted them. The grounders ran towards them and Octavia drew out her sword. Bellamy couldn't do much because he was helping Clarke. Octavia managed to fight them off, though she ended up with a nosebleed.
"Come on, Bellamy. We have to go." said Octavia. They went through the gate and then Octavia showed them to Lincoln's home.
"Lincoln? Lincoln!" Octavia shouted. Lincoln's head popped up from underneath.
"We need your help." She said.
"What's wrong?" Asked Lincoln.
"It's Clarke. She got shot with an arrow. It might be poisoned."
"Bring her down here." Lincoln ordered. Bellamy looked reluctant, but he really wanted to save Clarke. He obediently went inside Lincoln's home. He laid Clarke down on the floor.
"Help her, please." he begged.
Lincoln looked at the arrow, and shook his head
"It's deep." he said gravely.
"Please, Lincoln, try your best," said octavia.
Lincoln got a few bits ready.
"This will hurt." he said, and then he pulled. Clarke woke up and screamed. she screamed and screamed in pain. Lincoln got his hot blade and pressed it against Clarke's leg. She screamed again, and then fainted.