Marcus watches her for a few moments as she tries to remain strong and in control. Within mere minutes after Clarke had successfully accomplished her task Abby had started setting up triages stations. Organized the medical supplied. Had begun delegating out orders to not just those of Arkadia but to Polis resistance as well. They listened. Right now they were for once truly united. And for the next few hours they only focused on the healing, the immediate and psychical healing. He didn't want to think about the deeper healer and unseen damage that had been done.
"I think he'll need surgery. Jackson can you help set it up?" Abby calls out standing over one of the Polis resistance. His eyes closed. Her hand on his as a sign of comport. Her eyes open and close quickly. Marcus sees her quickly shake her head and her lips form the words no. He knows she isn't talking about the young man hanging onto his thread of life.
"Abby." He says quietly having cleared the space that separated them. Now closer Marcus could really see her. She looked exhausted in every way that it was possible to be exhausted.
"The wound is infected. Jackson are we ready?" She ignores Marcus.
"Yeah just need to get some more bandages." Jackson responses from the far corner where the supplies had been set up and semi-organized. She again closes her eyes this time for a longer period.
"Abby.' He tries again. She somewhat response by shaking her head and taking a slight step away from him. 'You need to stop."
"I can't. I'm fine." She mutters leaning down to examine the wound once more.
"No you're not. Someone else can help him. You need to get some sleep." It happens in what seemed like slow motion. Her body stiffed, stands back up fully erect, turns back to him and slaps him across the face. The room grows silent. Marcus just stands there.
"Don't you dare! I can't! How can you suggest I let someone die!?"
"I didn't."
"I did this! I am responsible for this! I need to fix it!" Marcus is aware her focus isn't on this one patient but rather everyone.
"Abby no you're not. Please you need to stop." He attempts to touch her but she jerks away muttering no once more.
"Abby, I can handle this." Jackson offers the supplies requested in hand as he gives a soft smile. Marcus knows Jackson too is likely just as dead on his feet, but right now he seemed more in control of his mental and emotional state.
"No I have to fix it. I have fix all this…" She repeats again her words start to fade out. Marcus peers down at her face to see her eyes closing once more. And he knows despite her wishes it's over. Her body starts to fall forward and without hesitation he scoops her up into his arms. He meets Jackson's eyes and they exchange a look before Marcus walks away shifting her weight slightly in his hold, ignoring the pain radiating from both his wrists. He leaves the throne room, their path being cleared, their faces of understanding and appreciation over what she had done. What they knew in a few hours time she'd be back at again.
"Mom?!" Clarke cries out as Marcus steps into the hallway. She comes rushing over, her hands brushing the hair from her mother's face.
"She's fine Clarke she's fine." He reassures her. She nods.
"Come on I have a place where you two can get some sleep." He nods his thank you and begins to follow her.
"Marcus…" Abby with eyes still closed mutters.
"Sssshush. It's okay. Go back to sleep."
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay. Now please go to sleep I've got you."