Hello! This is my first story, please constructive criticism only. I'm aware that I'm not the greatest writer, but don't be mean.
This story takes place in the middle of season one, a little after episode six, except Finn was never stabbed.
Clarke rubbed her sore eyes as she entered the center of camp, fatigue shown in her face and in her sluggish walk. Another unintentional night shift in the makeshift med bay had not done wonders for her appearance, but Clarke was past caring. With a long sigh, she went to go find Octavia.
"Hey Princess." Bellamy said with a smile as he walked through the camp's walls, returning from his hunt. "You look ghastly."
Clarke pressed her lips together and began walking briskly, forcing Bellamy to run to keep up. "Shut up, Bellamy. I don't have time for this. Where's your sister?"
Bellamy's face transformed from one of light humor to an expression of incomprehensible dread. "Hell if I know. Probably figuring out the next way to ruin my life."
Arriving at the entrance of her tent, Clarke paused and said with disgust. "You need to get over your childish feud with her." She commanded sternly. "We aren't going to be able to fight the Grounders if we're fighting with ourselves." On that note, she collapsed into her bed. The camp could live without her for two hours, right?
She was wrong.
"Clarke, we need you now! " Octavia's desperate pleas abruptly broke the barrier between Clarke's uneasy slumber and the staggering brightness of day. She sat up promptly and wiped the traces of sleep from her pale blue eyes.
"Octavia, what's wrong?" Clarke said with a comforting voice, as she looked at the tear stained lump of a girl.
Octavia swallowed deeply before sniffing her nose and answering rapidly, "TherewasananimalattackandbellamyisbleedingandIdon'tknowwhattodoandIcan'thavehimdieclarkeyouhavetohel-" With a dry heave, Octavia burst into uncontrollable sobbing and threw her head into Clarke's pillow with angst. Concluding that Octavia was going to be useless here, Clarke exited her tent, and left towards the med bay.
"Animal attack I heard-"
"-Came out of nowhere."
"-looked fatal.."
A reasonable crowd of teenagers were gathered in front of the dropship, prohibiting Clarke's entrance .
Shouting "Doctor!" at anyone who tried to get in her way was not working. That is until Finn saw her.
Finn. While it was hardly the time, she couldn't help but look at him with confusion. What kind of guy sleeps with a girl even though he has a girlfriend? And after said girlfriend risked her life to protect her boyfriend, continues to pine after a girl he's known for ten days? Unfortunately, Clarke was jolted from her deep thought as Finn decided to aid her journey through the hounds of spectators with a much more aggressive approach.
"EVERYONE GET THE HELL OUT!" Finn's voice echoed around the camp like a foghorn of a ship.
Welp, Clarke couldn't deny that his solution was effective. A narrow path erupted between the teenagers as if an earthquake had driven them apart. Clarke strode through urgently, anxious about what might lay behind the rough metal doors of the ship that had been both their prison and salvation. Pausing a single moment next to the door, Clarke took a deep, steady, breath and gave herself a half-hearted pep talk.
"I've seen broken legs, broken arms, head injuries, cut off fingers, and worse. I can deal with whatever is behind these doors."
And with no further hesitation, Clarke forced open the entrance and gasped at the bloodied king that lay before her.
A/N Again, this is my first story, I know it's not great, but if you could read and review or offer suggestions, that would be amazing. Also, I'm looking for a Beta for this story to edit and ect. message me if interested. This chapter is pretty short because I still am deciding whether or not to continue.