"Why do think you're always right about everything?" Clarke asked frustratingly.
"Because I am right about this, Clarke," Finn shot back. "We've only been on the ground for three weeks. You really want to put yourself in danger this soon after being here? Because that's what you'll be doing if you go with them."
Clarke scoffed. "Are you serious right now? Finn, the only way we're going to be able to survive down here is if we trust each other. Bellamy's gotten a lot better since he found out that Jaha is alive. I have to trust him."
Bellamy had asked Clarke to go with him and Murphy outside the walls to set up traps for animals. Clarke had been gathering rations for the three of them when Finn came in to speak his mind. He hadn't intended for it to turn into a huge fight, but it was inevitable at that point.
"I'm not talking about Bellamy. Wasn't it Murphy who, just last week, freaked out and almost killed Monty with his bare hands? The kid's a psychopath, Clarke. Trust Bellamy all you want, but as long as Murphy is going, you shouldn't be. He's not exactly your biggest fan."
Clarke rolled her eyes. "You're in no position to be telling me what I should and shouldn't do. If you're so worried about what Murphy might do, come with us."
Finn hesitated just like Clarke knew he would. The ground had changed Finn's spontaneity; the "spacewalker" they all knew him as was gone. He preferred to discuss defensive strategies from behind the walls.
"Yeah, that's what I thought," Clarke said coldly. "But these people are going to need a leader when Bellamy and I are both dead, right?"
She regretted saying it as soon as she did, but she didn't show it. Clarke strapped the bag of food over her shoulder and started toward the door. Finn grabbed her wrist to stop her. "Clarke," he said, tone considerably softer.
Clarke turned back to Finn. "What?" She said angrily.
Finn squeezed her wrist. He knew he wasn't going to be able to keep her from going. "Be careful. Take a knife and watch your back."
Clarke's heart lightened up a little bit. Finn was just trying to protect her but sometimes, he just couldn't let her go. "Stop being so paranoid. Nothing is going to go wrong," she said, reassuringly.
Finn nodded simply, let her wrist go, and watched her walk out of the drop ship.
Finn was on edge all day long, and his hands couldn't seem to stop shaking. He was laying on the cot in his tent when he heard an all too familiar voice yelling his name.
"Someone get Finn!" He heard Bellamy shout.
Finn bolted up and ran out of the tent, pushing past people working on the wall to see that Bellamy and Clarke were literally stumbling back into camp.
The first thing Finn noticed was the blood. Bellamy had his arm around Clarke and was using all his strength to keep her up. The next thing he noticed was the knife sticking out of Clarke's right thigh. She was pale and sweating and breathing heavily.
"What happened?" Finn questioned frantically.
This was when he noticed that Bellamy, too, was extremely pale and shaky. Then, Finn saw the blood that stained Bellamy's side, seeping into Clarke's shirt as well. Bellamy acted as a crutch for Clarke so she didn't have to put too much pressure on her bad leg even though he was also stabbed on that side.
"Murphy happened," Bellamy replied with a raspy, strained voice.
That was all Finn needed. He clenched the knife in his pocket and was ready to go out and kill Murphy without a second glance, but Bellamy stopped him.
He took a few breaths before speaking. "Stop. Clarke needs you. We walked at least four miles, and she wouldn't let me carry her. You need to get the knife out of her leg."
Bellamy was right, they could worry about Murphy later. The only thing that mattered now was making sure Clarke was okay.
She coughed a few times, struggling to breathe. "Finn- Finn, I-"
Finn cut her off. "I'm right here," he said as calmly as possible. "I'm gonna take you in the drop ship and get this thing out of your leg, okay?"
Even before she answered, Finn easily picked her up, being careful not to move the knife.
"I'm okay," Clarke quietly said before passing out.
"Someone find Jasper and Monty and send them to the drop ship! Now!" Finn called out to no one in particular.
The small crowd that had formed quickly dispersed as Finn carried Clarke into the drop ship. Bellamy dizzily walked over to a tree and leaned up against it, feeling darkness take over.
Octavia, after just hearing what had happened, ran out of her tent to see her big brother holding on to a tree for dear life.
"Bell!" She shouted, sprinting over to him.
"Hey, O," he said, breathing heavily after each word.
Octavia threw Bellamy's arm over her shoulders. "We need to get you fixed up. Come on."
"Just leave me here," he said, closing his eyes, welcoming the darkness.
"No, hey, stay with me. You're going to be okay. Miller!" She called out. Miller turned around and ran over to her. "Help me get him in the drop ship."
Miller took Bellamy's other arm and put it around his shoulders, and he and Octavia all but carried Bellamy into the drop ship. They laid him on the ground next to where Finn had laid Clarke, both of them passed out.
Finn was afraid to touch Clarke. He didn't want to take the knife out because he was afraid that it would bleed more or that he would make things worse. Basically, he was afraid that she would never wake up again.
Thankfully, that's when Jasper and Monty ran in. They were the only other ones besides Clarke who had any medical knowledge.
Monty quickly took his jacket off and knelt down next to Clarke, examining the knife. "What happened?"
"I think Murphy must've freaked out on them. I don't really know," Finn replied. "Are they going to be okay?"
Jasper hadn't moved since he got in the drop ship. He seemed to be stunned to silence until Octavia snapped him out of it. "Jasper? A little help here, maybe?"
"Uh, right, yeah sorry," he stuttered out.
Jasper and Octavia got to work on cleaning Bellamy's wound while Monty brought his attention back to Finn's question.
"Bellamy will be fine. Clarke…," he trailed off. "I don't know. We have to get the knife out and cauterize the wound before it gets infected."
Finn looked down at Clarke and brushed a strand of hair from her face. "Let's do it then."
"Alright, I'm going to need you to hold her down in case she wakes up. Assuming this is one of our knives, it can't be too deep in there."
Finn pinned Clarke's arms down as Monty gripped the knife in his shaky hand. He took a deep breath then swiftly pulled the knife out of Clarke's leg. That was when she woke up.
Finn wasn't expecting it, his gaze was fixated on Monty the entire time. He felt Clarke struggle against his arms, gasping in pain.
"Keep her still!" Monty shouted.
Octavia and Jasper left Bellamy to help calm Clarke down. Finn moved down to hold her hips while Jasper got her shoulders.
"Octavia, heat up your sword. Get two people in here to move Bellamy somewhere else." Monty gave her a desperate look. "Hurry."
Monty was seeing something the rest of them weren't. Something that wasn't good. Octavia nodded and hurried out of the drop ship. Meanwhile, Clarke kept struggling, and Finn felt like he was dying inside. "Hey," he spoke softly to her among the growing chaos. "I know you're in pain, but you need to stay as still as possible. You're going to be okay, I promise."
Clarke gave him a pained look but calmed down enough for Monty to take red hot sword Octavia just brought in and press it to the side of Clarke's leg. Clarke shot up again, and Jasper and Finn worked to keep her down until Monty released the sword.
They all breathed a sigh of relief when she settled back down on the ground.
That is, until Jasper said, "Guys, she's not opening her eyes."
Finn released his grasp on her hips and gave a panicky look to Monty who was already grabbing for her wrist with his red-stained hands, checking for a pulse.
He let out a sigh a lot larger than the previous one. "She's still breathing. Probably passed out from the pain."
Octavia, not wanting to be in the way, helped Miller carry Bellamy into one of the nearby hammocks, setting his limp body down gently. She knew he wasn't nearly in the condition that Clarke was, but she was still worried about him.
Monty figured it'd be awhile before Clarke woke up again, so he stood up. "I'm going to go clean up, but I'll be back soon."
Finn nodded. He looked back at Clarke's sweat ridden face and sighed. He leaned back on his knees feeling completely exhausted.
"Do you think we should move her to a hammock, too?" Jasper suggested.
"Yeah, that's probably a good idea."
But before they could even get their arms under her, Clarke's entire body started to seize. Even her fingernails seemed to be shaking. Finn started to panic and was moving his hands all over Clarke to try and get her to stop.
He waved his hand in front of her face. "Clarke? Can you hear me?"
The only sort of response he got were the whites of her eyes. Clarke wasn't there anymore, and it scared Finn.
"What do we do?" Jasper questioned.
"Go get Monty," Finn said, not knowing how else he could help her.
Jasper ran out of the drop ship as Octavia took his place. "Try holding her down," she said.
She grabbed Clarke's ankles while Finn grabbed her shoulders to try and keep her from seizing. It seemed to take forever for Jasper to return with Monty, and during those moments, Finn had never felt more helpless in his life.
