The bullet tore into Lexa's stomach and she hadn't even realized what was happening before she was falling, bleeding. Only when Clarkes gentle arms caught her had she finally noticed the gun in Titus' hand.

She had been shot.

"Help me get her to the bed!" Clarkes frantic voice cried. Arms picked her up as she groaned at the pain.

In her time as Commander, she's felt unbelievable amounts of pain, but this was topping it all. She had never been shot, and she sure as hell didn't like the feeling.

Why had Titus had a gun in the first place? They were Skaikru weapons. Clarke was running out the door just as Lexa entered, was she running from Titus?

Lexa had made her way to Clarkes room to tell her she wouldn't leave her behind, that she would go to Arkadia with Clarke, when she heard the gunshots. Thinking the worst she didn't even bother to grab a weapon and ran to the commotion.

Now as she lay on the bed, Clarke panicking above her, she couldn't stop staring at the blond. She could feel the life slowly draining from her body as blood kept seeping through Clarkes fingers.

"Clarke," she whispered weakly. The blond didn't take her eyes off the wound and kept working. "Clarke!" Lexa said with more force.

"Shhh, Lexa conserve your strength. You'll need it when you wake up for recovery."

Lexa smiled at how optimistic the blond was. She couldn't accept what was bound to happen anyways.

"Clarke, do not worry," Lexa's bloodied hand found the blonds cheek. "Death is not above anyone, it is in-" she couldn't finish her sentance though, as she felt something warm fill up her lungs and she suddenly couldn't breathe.

The loud and desperate gasps for air caused the Commander to cough as black blood found its way to her mouth and down her chin.

"She's losing too much blood," Clarke turned to Titus. "Go get Aden, now! His blood can help Lexa."

The Flamekeeper nodded and dashed away to find the young Nightblood.

"Lexa just try and take slow, shallow breaths ok?" The Commander slowly nodded her head and attempted to do just that. "This is going to hurt, but the bullet needs to come out. I'm going to count to three before taking it out, ok Lexa?" She nodded her head weakly. "One," Clarke readjusted her grip on the tweezers and soaked up some more blood. "Two," Lexa squeezed her eyes shut, anticipating the pain. "Three!"

Clarke pulled the bullet out of Lexa's stomach as fast as she dared, almost deafened by the screams coming from the Commander.

Lexa's scream could've woken everyone in Polis with how bad the pain was. She didn't care in that moment. All she could feel was white hot, excruciating pain.

"Ok Lexa, it's out!" Clarke threw the bullet on the bed next to her tools. "See, that wasn't so bad was it?" Clarke turned and expected to see Lexa laughing, or at least smiling, but she was met with her sweaty pale face and closed eyes. "Lexa?" She asked. No response. "Lexa!" Clarke moved to the woman's chest and checked for a heartbeat.

It took concentration but she could hear one. Breathing a sigh of relief, Clarke moved quickly and took a knife from the nightstand and un-tied one of Murphy's arms before handing him the knife and walking back to her patient.

"Murphy I need your help over here." Clarke continued to soak up blood that was pooling around the bed when Titus burst into the room with a sleepy Aden. "Just in time!"

Clarke grabbed Aden by his shoulders and sat him on the floor next to Lexa.

"Murphy I need my bag from my room, it has medical supplies, hurry!" Not needing to be told twice he took off.

The old John Murphy would have said forget them and snuck away from Polis altogether, but the new him owed Clarke. For everything, and so he took off towards what he could only assume was her room, checking alot of them in the process.

Meanwhile, Titus stood over Clarkes shoulder and watched as she tied Adens arm above the elbow and gave him a bottle of water.

"Drink Aden. You're going to help save Lexas life." The young redheaded child started to drink when Titus finally put the gun down on the nightstand.

"Why, Titus," was all Clarke asked, not caring if Aden heard. She needed answers.

"I was trying to protect my Commander. Love is weakness, and she loves you. It's clear about that. I never meant to hurt her," he blurted out quickly.

"Well you did. You shot her," Clarke spun around and was now nose to nose with the bald man. "And now your Commander's bleeding out!"

"Don't tell me what I already know, girl! If you would have just died in that mountain, or never met the Commander she wouldn't be like this at all! You've done this to her, not me."

"You're the one who pulled the trigger, so to me it does look like you're responsible."

Titus wound up his arm and was ready to strike the girl when a small hand intercepted his blow, and a fist followed up to knock Titus on his ass. Aden stood defiantly over the Flamekeeper.

"You shot the Commander?" He asked angrily.

"Aden, I can expl-" he held up his hand, shushing the man as Clarke turned back to Lexa and resumed stopping the bleeding as best she could.

"If you're the one who held the gun, and fired the gun, then it is you who is responsible, Flamekeeper. The council will hear of this, and they will decide your fate. For now, leave us. You only poison the Commander with your presence here."

Titus stood up and thought for a few seconds on what to do, when he bowed and stomped out of the room.

"Aden, I need you back over here. Drink as much water as you can and sit down." He did as he was told and drank the water.

"How am I to help the Commander?" He asked.

"I'm going to put a tube in your arm, and one in hers. Then your blood will transfer into her body, replacing the blood she's already lost."

"I have heard tales of some unorthodox healers trying this. It hardly works though, Clarke. Will this work?" The blond sighed.

"The reason it hardly works with people with red blood is because not everyone with red blood shares the exact same type of blood. So when a different blood type enters the body, that bodies blood will start to fight off the donators blood, weakening them even more, to the point of death," she turned to the red head who was sitting and crouched down. "Now not many people have black blood, Aden. I'm hoping yours is the same as Lexa's."

Aden opened his mouth to ask another question when Murphy burst into the room with Clarkes bag, out of breath.

"Guards are after me," he huffed out. "Right beh-" Clarke took her bag and immediately went to work on Lexa's wound when two guards broke in.

"Disha man ste kom me. Bants osir gon once!" Aden barked at them, sending them on their way out the door once again.

"Aden, I don't think I've ever heard you so Commanding," a small voice spoke from below Clarke.

"Heda! You're awake," Aden bowed quickly before sitting on the nightstand next to her, drinking water.

"Lexa, how do you feel?" Clarke asked, removing the blood transfusion kit from her bag and getting to work.

"Pain."

"Well I don't have any medicines with me, just some basic stuff," she turned to Murphy. "Can you go to the healers chambers and grab some pain medicines?" He nodded before taking off again.

"Aden what are you doing here?" Lexa whispered, her voice weak and eyes closing.

"I am here to help you Heda. Do you remember what happened?"

"I remember Titus, he hand a gun, and Clarke," her eyes shot open until she met the blue ones she was looking for. "Did he hurt you?" Clarke laughed.

"No, I'm fine Lexa. It's you who was hurt," she grabbed Aden's arm and inserted the tube, watching as the kid didn't even flinch, before doing the same to Lexa. "Adens blood is the same as yours, so theoretically his blood can replace yours."

Lexa's eyes were closing as Aden's blood reached her bloodstream.

"Lexa I need you to stay awake," Clarke told her. Green eyes opened and Clarke sighed as she removed the bandage and started to gently sew the wound close.

"That hurts," Lexa grunted, sweat starting to form on her forehead.

"I know, I'm sorry but I need to close you up."

"Will me taking Aden's blood hurt him in any way?" Lexa suddenly asked.

"No. He might be a little light headed but he will be fine as long as he drinks plenty of water and doesn't exercise right away." Lexa nodded and began to close her eyes again.

"Heda," Aden spoke up, seeing his Commander start to close her eyes again. "Thank you. For everything." Aden didn't know if this would be the last time he talked to Lexa, but if it was, he had to say that.

"Clarke," Lexa mumbled, taking in shallow breaths as the blond finished the last stitch. "I j-just wanted to say thank y-you."

A tear slipped past Clark's eye and into the stitches.

"Tell me when you wake up Lexa. Our story isn't over yet. So don't act like it is,"she leaned down and gently kissed Lexa, but as she pulled back Lexa was already out.

"She will be fine Clarke. She's a fighter, and leaving you is the last thing she wants to do. Especially since Titus tried to kill you." Feeling Clarke's uneasiness on the subject he added,"Don't worry, I'll protect you. It's what Lexa would want." Aden leaned over and wiped a piece of Lexa's hair out of her face just as Murphy burst in once more.

"I have the pain medicine," he looked at Lexa's still form and Clarke's tears. "No. Am I too late?"

"She is sleeping for now, but I need my mother," Clarke wiped away the stray tears away and took the medication, quickly applying it to the Commander. "I have one more favor Murphy," she asked.

"Anything Clarke."

"Go find Octavia, and be quick. We have a problem." John nodded and dashed out of the room for what felt like the millionth time.

Half an hour later, Clarke had Lexa bandaged and cleaned up lying peacefully in bed. The blood transfusion was going slowly so Aden still sat by her as well.

"Aden is there any other Nightbloods that you trust?" The red head jerked his head up from where he was about to fall asleep again.

"There's one, but you can't tell anyone about her." Clarke nodded. "My sister, Eretria. She lives in the village here in Polis, right next to the blacksmiths. If you tell her I sent for her, she'll come."

"Ok I'll go get her. You need to take a break from giving blood, but Lexa still needs it. Stay here, and don't let anyone near her."

"Of course Clarke," his hand instinctively went to the sword laying beside him. "Please do hurry though. If she were to get sick in your absence, I'd have no idea what to do." The blond nodded once more before disappearing from the room.