Clarke had a nightmare. It always started with all the faces of the people she had killed. The residents of Mount Weather's faces melting and blistering, the Grounders being burned alive by the bomb that Clarke had set off. The Grounders crying out as the bridge below them caved in and caught on fire. It was all Clarke's fault. She woke up with tears streaming down her face. She sat up and sobbed into her hands. Suddenly she felt like she was being watched. Through the thin tent flap she saw a lone figure walking to her tent. She hunkered down in her stiff bed and waited. The figure grew closer and soon they were unzipping her tent. With a startled gasp she saw the commander of the Grounders standing in her tent. "Lexa?" She managed to say, her heart pounding so much that she was afraid it might cause an earthquake. "Clarke." Lexa murmmered. Suddenly she saw that Lexa's leg was bleeding badly. There was a thick cut deep in her leg. Clarke screamed as Lexa fell to the ground. Another person rushed in the tent and pointed a gun at Lexa. As Clarke's eyes adjusted she realized that the gun man was Bellamy. "Bellamy stop!", Clarke cried, "Lexa is hurt, we have to get her to the drop ship!" Bellamy took a look at the bloodied and bruised Lexa on the ground, and then back up at Clarke. Finally he nodded, picking up Lexa in his arms and began to carry her to the drop ship. Once Lexa was on the bed, Clarke began to work on her leg, causing little cries of pain from the normally silent Lexa. "How?" Bellamy managed to say, clearly surprised by the sudden change of night, first he was sleeping and now he was taking care of Lexa? Clarke just shrugged and carried on with the surgery. "This is going to be a long night" Bellamy murmmered to himself.