Mortality

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I walk through the camp in a slight daze. Clarke should be back by now. I'm already stressing about Bellamy, but now Clarke? This is getting to be too much. 

"Everlyn, wait up!" Raven calls. I stop, waiting for her.

I smile a little. "Hey, Raven What's up?"

"Clarke's back. She's walking up to the gate right now." I smile widely at Raven's words.

"Thanks, Raven." I drop the tiny bolt I was tossing around and dart out of the Ark. I squint as my eyes adjust to the sun. Finally, the gate opens, and Clarke walks through looking tired, panicked, and beautiful.

"Bring them! Now!" Clarke shouts. I stop as two Grounders and two guards rush in, carrying two people on stretchers. Abby appears next to the group and leads them into the dropship. I follow them in, looking to help.

"Jackson! We've got two patients. You get the radiation burns and I've got the gunshot wounds." I stand to the side, my eyes falling on the man in the hazmat suit.

He's a Mountain Man.

Why are they saving him?

"There was a tear in his suit but we fixed it in the field," Clarke informs Jackson. Raven walks up, looking at the Mountain Man. "Anything from Bellamy?"

"No." Clarke glares at her.

"Then why aren't you at the radio?"

"Octavia took my place. How about you back off?" Raven snaps back. I pull her away gently.

"She's in medic mode," I remind her gently. Raven relaxes a bit and nods. Jackson starts to remove the helmet, but Clarke stops him.

"No. Leave it on. It's the only thing keeping him alive."

"Then how can we treat him if we can't touch him?" Jackson asks. Clarke looks down in contemplation.

"I can rug up some scrubbers from the airlock. Give me twenty minutes," Raven announces. She leaves the room to grab some scrubbers.

"Damn it," Abby swears. "I'm losing him." I limp over to Abby's side and take over, putting pressure on the man's wound.

"Focus on preparing the stitches and transfusuon. I got this." Abby gets to work, and Jackson scavenges up O negative blood and gets it ready. "Stay with me," I urge, trying to lock eyes with him-- only his eyes no longer see mine. They see nothing. Abby lays a hand on my shoulder.

"He's gone." I step back, taking deep breaths to keep myself calm. Indra steps up and cuts off one of the man's braid.

"Yu gonplei ste odon." Indra looks towards Clarke, scowling. "A killer lives while a warrior dies? Is this your way?"

"I'm sorry, Indra," Clarke says, "but he can help us beat Mount Weather."

"Then let me make him talk."

That sounds like a wonderful idea.

"No. We are not torturing him," Clarke finalizes.

"Clarke's right. He might just talk because we saved his life," Abby adds.

"You people are so weak," Indra spits before leaving the room. I look from Clarke to where Indra went and follow Indra.

"Indra!" I call, struggling to catch up. She turns around and looks momentarily surprised to see me.