Mortality

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"Um, no. This isn't how we do things down here." Bellamy crosses his arms, his signature passive-aggressive move.

"It is now."

"This is revenge, not answers," Octavia pipes up. I nod, agreeing with her.

"I mean intel," Bellamy turns to one of the boys who brought the Grounder in. "Get him upstairs." The boys listen, somehow hauling the man up the ladder.

"Last time you did something like this, someone was wrongfully hanged, a little girl killed herself, and one of our own was banished." Bellamy's resolve falters a bit. I don't even feel bad about it. I know he's not going to ask nicely. He's going to beat answers out of him. Clarke walks up to us.

"Bellamy, they're right." Bellamy scowls at her. Clarke and Bellamy have a minor stare-off before the static of the radio breaks it.

"Clarke? We're ready. Can you hear me?" Abby asks. Bellamy's eyes leave Clarke's, and he looks over at the radio, surprised.

"You got it working?" He asks. I shrug.

"Raven did. Look, this isn't who we are." Bellamy looks back at me.

"It is now." Bellamy goes to climb the ladder, and I groan.

"You can't get any logic through his thick head, can you?" I ask Octavia. She shakes her head, exasperated.

"No. I've been trying for years." I make my way back over to Clarke to assist with removing the knife from Finn.

"The blade is at a sharp upward angle. Looks to be between the sixth and seventh rib," Clarke tells Abby.

"Can you tell how deep it goes?"

"No," I reply.

"Everlyn? Is that you?" Abby asks.

"Yes."

"Okay, good. You're both there. Don't remove the knife just yet." Raven is pacing. stopping every few moments to look at Finn. I grab the moonshine and hold it out to her.

"Sterelize your hands." She grabs the bottle, taking a deep swig before pouring it over her hands. She hands it back, and I do the same, swig and all.

"Do you see any fluid?" Abby asks. I lean down to examine. Abby says something else, but I can't hear her above the chatter of the other kids in the room.

"What?" I ask, walking closer to the radio. I struggle to hear her.

"Damnit!" Clarke turns to Raven. "Clear the room." Raven nods and walks over to the other kids.

"All right! Everybody out! Upstairs! Now!" She shouts. A couple of the delinquents look like they're about to argue, but I step in.

"If you don't go upstairs now, I'll throw you out into that storm. Is that clear?" The boys nod and follow everyone else to the second level. "Are they holding the Grounder on the third?" I ask Octavia. She nods.

"He feels a little warm," Clarke says once everyone is out.

"That's all right. Fever sometimes accompanies a trauma." I walk back over to Finn to check if there's any fluid. "I need you to tell me if there's any fluid leaking out of the wound." I look up at Clarke and shake my head.

"No," she relays.

"That means the pleural membrane is intact. If it wasn't, we'd be screwed," I inform Raven. Her shoulders slump in slight relief.