A/N: Hello, gonas kom Clexakru! After a few weeks away, I am finally back with a new story, which I know a few of you have been waiting for. Whether you've read my stories before or not, I hope that you will enjoy this one. I can't wait to hear what you think! :D
My beta for this story is my friend RhydianKnight, who I can always count on to help me out when I'm having trouble with a scene XD
When Clarke was sitting in the dropship with a cool rag pressed to Bellamy's forehead, waiting for her people to blow up the bridge, she had no idea how much that one small action was about to change her entire life.
Right then, she was busy worrying about the amount of people who had fallen ill. There was no way her people would stand a chance against the Grounders, should they fail to destroy the bridge. They didn't even have an army left. All of their best shooters were down.
Clarke turned her head as Finn burst into the dropship, eyes wide, and she felt dread pool in her stomach at the sight. He was the one who was supposed to go plant the bomb. Something had obviously gone wrong. Clarke tried not to show how afraid she was as she hurried over to meet him. Her people were out of their depth with these warriors from the ground, and she didn't want to have to give the order for her people to fight when she knew that it would most likely send them to their deaths. "Finn, what's wrong? It didn't work, did it?"
"I didn't take it yet," he said, "but it's gone. Raven took it, and she's going to set it off on her own."
Clarke shook her head in confusion. "That doesn't make any sense. Raven's not a trained shooter, and she's smarter than that. She knows that she won't be able to hit that target from far away."
"Exactly." Clarke could hear the blatant worry in Finn's tone, and that's when it hit her.
Raven wasn't planning on hitting the target from far away.
She was going to blow herself up with the bridge.
Clarke was instantly worried herself. She had grown quite close to Raven in her time on the ground, despite their issues with Finn, and she didn't want anything to happen to the other girl. "This isn't about us, is it? About what happened between you and me?"
"I don't know. She probably just saw Bellamy catch the sickness, and so she took it upon herself to save the rest of us." He couldn't quite hide the guilt from his voice, and Clarke instantly felt it as well. Try as she might to push away her feelings for Finn, since he had broken her heart by choosing Raven, her original attraction for the boy was still there, and she knew that Raven probably saw that, too. Clarke hoped that the older girl wouldn't go and do anything stupid because of this when Clarke didn't intend to act on that attraction ever again.
Clarke snapped to attention when she realized that Finn was still waiting for an answer, his thoughts probably taking a similar path to the one hers had just been on. "She wouldn't do that, would she?"
"I think she'd do anything for her people."
Finn was right. Clarke would, too. "Well, don't just stand there. We have to go after her."
"We? Clarke, you're sick. You're not going anywhere." Finn tried to reason with her, but Clarke wasn't having it.
"I'm coming, and that's that," Clarke said authoritatively. "If I need to slow down, you can go on without me. It's not like I can't find my own way to the bridge."
"I wasn't saying—"
Clarke walked away before he could finish, successfully cutting him off. She wasn't trying to be rude, but his insinuation that she was somehow less competent than him because she had not been immune to the sickness didn't sit well with her. She wasn't sick anymore, and she needed to be there for Raven, just in case they were too late. Clarke quickly stuffed the pockets of her jacket with as many medical supplies as she thought she might need to treat the wounds from an explosion and raced out of the dropship after Finn, hoping that she wouldn't need to use them.
Questioning brown eyes bore into Clarke's back as she pushed her way into the growing sunlight, but she didn't even bother to give Bellamy an explanation. Sure, he and she were getting along much better these days, and she was actually starting to trust him to lead beside her, but he was too sick to follow, and she couldn't waste time explaining things to him when Raven's life was in danger. Besides, she knew that he would be well looked after in the hands of his sister.
Jasper was waiting for Clarke and Finn at the gate, holding a gun, and Clarke nodded to him. "Are you our shooter?"
"I was the only one left." He looked uncertain about his shooting abilities.
"Hey," Clarke said as they set out into the forest. "You've gained quite a following around camp for shooting those Grounders at the bridge. Even if I don't personally agree that they were gonna attack, I can still admit that you were a good shot. You can make this shot, too."
He nodded in agreement, looking much more confident, and Clarke grabbed the two boys by the sleeves of their jackets, pulling them into a run. Even though she was keeping pace with them, Clarke soon found herself feeling quite out of breath, and she thought that maybe running so fast so shortly after her recovery might not have been such a great idea, after all. Still, she couldn't help but picture Raven exploding into tiny little bits, Raven's mangled body hanging from a nearby tree that it had been blown into. She was the only one with medical training, so she needed to get there as soon as she could. Her lungs felt like they were about to burst, and her heart was beating wildly in her chest, but she pushed on. Sweat was pouring down her back when she reached the bridge, and she sighed in relief when she saw Raven sitting on top of it, still setting up the bomb. "She's okay."
"She's okay," Finn repeated with a small smile.
When Raven began to walk away from the can that housed the explosive, she fell to the ground after a few steps. Clarke's eyes widened in realization.
Raven had caught the sickness.
She slowly turned to point her gun at the X on the can, and Finn was running through the trees faster than Clarke had ever seen anyone run in her life. He ran out onto the bridge and scooped Raven up before she could pull the trigger. Clarke let out an immense sigh of relief when she saw the two of them ducking into the undergrowth a safe distance away.
"Shoot, Jasper, shoot!" Finn shouted, and Jasper fired his first shot, which barely missed the can. Clarke thought about giving the boy a pep talk, but she thought that that would only serve to make him more nervous. She felt her heart leap in her chest when he missed the next shot and the next, and she almost threw up when she heard the click that meant that there were no more bullets left.
Grounders began to spill out onto the bridge, and Jasper looked down at his gun in disbelief. "Oh, damn it. Damn it!"
"It's fine," Clarke told him, even though she knew it wasn't, "but we need to get the hell out of here before they reach the other side."
With the amount of Grounders that she could see coming their way, she knew that they would be wiped out within seconds if they stayed anywhere close to here. They still had a chance to get back and inform the camp of their failure, and that's what Clarke intended to do. She turned around and almost collided with Monty, who was running their way with another gun in hand. In that moment, Clarke felt that she had never seen anything more beautiful.
"You call that shooting?" Monty shoved the weapon into Jasper's hands.
"Monty?" the other boy said in disbelief as he accepted it. "Last time was a fluke. I—I panicked."
"So what? You still made the shot, right?"
"Twice."
"Thank God you're here." Clarke added her surprise and gratitude to the mix. "I thought we were gonna have to make a run for it."
"We haven't succeeded yet," Monty reminded her before turning back to Jasper with a serious look. "Don't miss."
"How many rounds?" Jasper asked.
"Three." Jasper looked up at Monty in apprehension, and the other boy's expression softened. "You got this."
Jasper nodded before turning to Clarke with a questioning look, asking for permission. Clarke knew exactly why. The original plan had been to blow up the bridge without harming any Grounders, but that would be impossible now that the first few Grounders had already reached the other side. Clarke hated being in these positions, giving her people the okay to take the lives of others, but in this case, she had to. If she didn't allow these Grounders to die, then all of her people would be wiped out. With the dropship that had blown up a few days ago and the lost communication with the Ark, this small group of delinquents might be the only people that Clarke had left. Since they all looked to her as a leader, she would be damned if she didn't protect each and every one.
She gave Jasper a nod, and his brows furrowed in concentration as he fired a shot into the midst of the army, hitting a Grounder in the shin and causing the warriors around him to scatter away, leaving a clear shot to the can. Thankfully, they hadn't removed this in their trek across the bridge, probably thinking it to be nothing more than a piece of trash. Oh, how wrong they were.
Another shot rang out.
This time, Jasper didn't miss.
A deafening explosion emitted from the can, rattling the teeth in Clarke's mouth, and she didn't even want to think about what it must feel like for those who were standing much closer than she was. For a moment, all the blonde girl could do was stare up at the giant mushroom cloud that had emerged in awe, marveling at the genius it must have taken to make such a huge explosion come from such a tiny device. The boys beside Clarke were doing the same, similar expressions of awe written across their own faces when Clarke turned to them.
"Come on," Clarke said. "Let's go make sure that Finn and Raven are alright."
They nodded, still too in shock to give a verbal response, and Clarke hurried to the bushes that she had seen Raven and Finn duck behind. When she got there, a twinge of worry sprang up in her chest when she saw only Raven crouching there. Clarke knew her worry was illogical. Raven would've been crying if anything had happened to the boy, and the Grounders had to all be dead at this point. Yet, Clarke was still concerned about Finn's wellbeing.
"Where's Finn?" she asked.
Raven pointed in the direction of the place where the bridge used to be. "He went down to the water to look for survivors."
"Are you okay to walk?" Clarke couldn't miss the stream of red that was oozing from Raven's nose.
Raven wiped away the blood and rose shakily to her feet. "Of course."
Clarke shot a look at Japer and Monty over the other girl's head, silently telling them to keep an eye on her as the blonde hurried down the riverbank at a brisk pace. She might not want a relationship with Finn anymore, but the fact that she still felt something for him was crystal clear to her, no matter how much she didn't want to.
Her stomach churned in revulsion when she noticed how many bodies now lay on this side of the river. There had to be at least thirty, and the knot that was forming in Clarke's stomach coiled even tighter when she realized that one of the bodies belonged to a child. The young girl wasn't as badly burned as some of the others, but Clarke knew that the small warrior's eyelids would never open again.
And it was all Clarke's fault.
Her thoughts of disgust towards herself and her people quickly dissipated when she saw that Finn was alive and well, making his way through the bodies to see if anyone might have miraculously survived. She was so relieved that she wanted to throw herself into his arms. Thankfully, she did not.
Instead, she made her way over to him in a cool and collected manner, and he turned to her with a small smile. "It's good to see you're alive."
"Right back atcha," Clarke returned with a smile of her own.
"Jasper, give me that gun," Finn called, catching the weapon when it was thrown his way. "This man's still alive."
Clarke barely even registered what was happening when she realized that Finn was standing over a man who was gasping for breath. Before she could even say a word, though, a shot rang out, and a hole was blasted right through the Grounder man's head. Tears pooled at the corners of Clarke's eyes at the sight of another death that she was responsible for, and she suddenly felt a strong anger coursing through her veins. "Why the hell would you do that?"
"He was dying," Finn pointed out. "I only wanted to end his suffering."
"I might have been able to save him," Clarke argued.
"Listen, Clarke," Finn said calmly. "These people were coming to attack our camp, and it's clear that we're not getting that peace anytime soon, thanks to some people." He shot a pointed glare at Jasper, who suddenly found something very interesting in the trees above. "If you did save that man, who's to say he wouldn't try to wipe out our camp once he recovers?"
Clarke had to admit that he had a point, but she couldn't help the fact that it made her uneasy. "We should've at least given him a chance. This isn't the way we do things."
"We just blew up an entire bridge full of these guys, Clarke." Finn was becoming irritated as well. "You don't get to suddenly become all high and mighty now. I'm only trying to protect you."
Clarke wished that she didn't notice the way that Raven winced at the statement. She also wished that the statement hadn't been said at all. She wanted to argue with Finn, wanted to scream at him that she hadn't wanted to kill a single one of these people, that it tore her apart inside to see all the lives that had been lost because of her. She couldn't bear to kill any more people today, but before she could say any of this, Raven spoke up from a few paces away. "This girl is alive, too."
Finn started over with his gun, but Clarke placed a gentle hand on his arm, doing her best version of the puppy eyes that she had seen in old cartoons. "Please let me check this one out first."
They held each other's gaze for several long seconds before Finn finally sighed, lowering his gun. "Whatever you say, Princess."
Clarke closed the short distance between she and Raven and was slightly surprised to look down into the face of a girl that couldn't be much older than her. She could have been one of Clarke's own people were it not for her Grounder clothes and hairstyle, and her younger age made her seem more human somehow. Finn might've wanted to kill her, but Clarke didn't think she ever could. The girl's long brunette hair was pulled back in a series of intricate braids, and thick black war paint was smeared over striking green eyes. Clarke was amazed by the Grounder's exotic beauty, but she quickly shook her head of such thoughts, crouching down beside her.
"She's only a child," Clarke said to Finn, "just like we are, and we're not killing her. I'm gonna try to save her."
Finn nodded reluctantly, clearly thinking that this girl wouldn't be much of a threat, and Clarke instantly turned her attention back to the Grounder that was lying beside her, scanning her for signs of a wound. The girl was clutching tightly to her gut, telling Clarke that that was the location of the most dangerous wound, and Clarke knew she needed to get to work quickly. The girl's breathing was ragged, and a thin trail of blood was flowing from her mouth, blood that appeared to be black, but Clarke couldn't focus on that right now. Instead, she focused on the fact that the light was slowly fading out of the other girl's green eyes, telling Clarke that the warrior was close to death. She knew that it would be a challenge to save her, but she also knew that she would never forgive herself if she didn't at least try.
"Can you move your hands, please?" Clarke asked gently, trying to convey with her eyes that she meant this young warrior no harm.
Green eyes blazed with more life than Clarke had seen in them yet, as if daring Clarke to touch the wound that she was clutching so desperately.
"Please," Clarke tried again, wanting, needing, to save this girl's life in order to make up for the ones she had taken. "I'm not going to hurt you, but if you let me see your wound, I might be able to heal you."
The brunette warrior didn't budge, still glaring up at Clarke, and the blonde wondered if she was just stubborn or if she didn't understand a word that Clarke was saying. She remembered Octavia telling her about how Lincoln had said that not all of his people chose to learn the language of the enemy. This was more than likely the case with the girl in front of Clarke, although she couldn't be sure, because she had yet to see any kind of reaction to the words she was saying.
Knowing that she would need to communicate with this warrior in another way, Clarke racked her brain for ideas, but she came up blank. She knew that the only way was to remove the Grounder's hands herself. She chided herself for being slightly nervous about doing so, telling herself that this girl was dying, and there was no way that she would be able to harm Clarke for touching her. Still, Clarke's touch was tentative when she grabbed the hands that were over the wound and moved them away. The warrior's hands almost fell away of their own accord, and Clarke knew that she shouldn't have been surprised. It was probably taking a lot of energy to keep them there when she was losing so much blood.
So much strange black blood.
Now that the hands were out of the way, Clarke quickly unbuckled the girl's shoulder guard, moving that away before opening up the buckles of the long flowing black coat that she wore. Upon moving up what was left of the shirt underneath, Clarke saw that a fair amount of shrapnel had lodged itself in the brunette's stomach, and she was instantly confused. If the Grounder had landed on this side of the river, she had to have been across the bridge when that bomb went off, meaning that the shrapnel should've entered through her back, not her stomach. She realized, then, that this warrior must've turned around to help the Grounder that Jasper had shot right before shooting the can. This poor girl had tried to be a hero, tried to save her fallen comrade. Now, that man had been blown to bits, and this girl was dying on the riverbank.
Because of Clarke.
The blonde swallowed thickly at the thought. She wasn't going to let this girl die.
"Does anyone have a flashlight?" Clarke called back, smiling in relief when Raven procured one from her coat pocket. "Hold it over her so I can see."
Raven moved to follow Clarke's instructions, but the blonde held up a hand to stop her. "You need to go back to camp, Raven. You're sick. Finn can hold the flashlight, and Jasper and Monty can escort you."
"I'll be perfectly fine getting back to camp on my own, you know," Raven argued.
"Yes, but I need someone to bring back a stretcher for this girl once I save her, and there's no way that's going to be you." Clarke shot a pointed glare at Raven. "So, Jasper and Monty have to go back anyway."
"You think you can save her?" Monty asked.
Clarke looked at the girl for a long moment before turning her gaze back up to Monty. "I hope so."
He nodded back to her before setting off into the trees after his companions, and Clarke turned her attention back to the girl on the ground as Finn held the light overhead. Clarke only hoped that the battery wouldn't die.
The Grounder's stomach was pretty torn up, but Clarke knew that there was probably enough skin left to stitch her up, if she could successfully remove the shrapnel before the warrior bled to death. Clarke thought about just trying to stop the bleeding as best she could, but that would only prolong what would be a certain death for the poor girl.
After commanding Finn to crouch down so that the light would be right over the other girl's belly, Clarke pulled out her supplies, thanking anyone who might be listening that she had thought to bring tweezers, for they would make it much easier for her to grab the debris. Green eyes filled with apprehension at the sight of the tweezers, but Clarke just ignored her in favor of going into doctor mode. She knew that she was going to need to, if she wanted to bring this girl back alive.
She quickly rinsed her hands with alcohol before carefully settling her fingers into the first wound, pulling it open a little further so that she could have easy access to the debris that was inside. Her tweezers slowly made their way into the other girl, gently grasping a formidable sized chunk of rock and cautiously pulling it free. She was glad to see that that piece, at least, hadn't hit any major organs.
She wondered whether it would be better to clean out and stitch up each wound as she went along to reduce blood loss or whether she needed to get all the shrapnel out first. She froze for a moment in panic, unsure of what would be best. It was times like these when she wished that her mother were here to help her. She tried not to think about the fact that her mother might never be there to help her again. If the older woman had been on that dropship that crashed two days ago, then Clarke certainly needed to have more than mediocre medical skills, considering that she was the only one who had any at all.
Shaking her head to clear it of her thoughts, Clarke turned her attention back to her new patient, deciding to remove all of the shrapnel as quickly as she could. As she worked, the poor girl being operated on was whimpering in pain, and Clarke suddenly wished that she had brought one of the few sedatives that her mother had provided her with before sending her to the ground. However, she hadn't thought to bring one, and she found herself wishing that she could hold the girl's hand or stroke her hair or at least do something to soothe her, but she needed both of her hands to save the Grounder. The cries of pain were pulling on Clarke's heartstrings, and she wished, in that moment, that she could be more like her mother.
Clarke soon found that a small chunk of debris had hit the girl's stomach and torn at the organ; it hadn't been completely torn open or the brunette would most likely have been dead by now, but it would probably tear on its own if Clarke didn't do anything to fix it. She quickly looked for more shrapnel, and when she was sure all of it was out, she began to clean the wounds out as best as she could, again wishing that her mother was there to make sure she was doing it right. She had watched her mother countless times, and she knew that she was doing a perfect job, but she still couldn't help but worry that she was messing something up.
Once the open wounds were cleaned out to prevent infection, Clarke began to stitch up the other girl's stomach with absorbable stitches, being extra careful and making certain that it would never tear open all the way. Then, she began pulling the skin back together to close up all of the areas where it had been torn apart, ignoring the brunette's constant cries of pain. She knew that she was hurting the girl; she had to in order to save her. If she kept stopping every time the brunette cried out, the warrior would bleed to death, and Clarke couldn't have that. She threaded her stitches expertly through the skin, quickly patching up each of the still-bleeding wounds, and she was proud of the warrior for not losing consciousness. She knew that it must be taking a lot of fight because the pain was more than likely overwhelming at this point.
When Clarke finally set her needle aside, the poor girl's stomach was more stitches than skin, but the stitches held, and there was no more blood seeping from the wounds. Clarke smiled in satisfaction, wiping away the drying blood before grabbing her roll of bandages and wrapping the Grounder's entire midsection to keep any germs out.
Once the Grounder was all patched up, Clarke was slightly surprised that the brunette was still alive, that she had actually made it through this entire ordeal. Clarke had seen the hearts of patients stop many times during surgeries back on the Ark, and Clarke had been so worried that this Grounder's heart would give out on her today. If it had, she wouldn't have had the technology to revive the brunette, like she had watched her mom do countless times. Now, though, Clarke had high hopes that this Grounder was actually going to make it through the night. She gave the girl's bandaged stomach a light pat before backing away a bit, immediately met with questioning green eyes. Clarke couldn't help but notice that the girl's eyes were a beautiful shade, like the trees all around them, and she found herself smiling warmly at the warrior as she answered. "I'm all done now. I was worried for a while, but I think you're gonna make it."
Clarke didn't know if the Grounder understood her words, but she seemed to get the premise, running a hand over her bandaged stomach before looking up at Clarke with gratitude clear in her eyes. The blonde dipped her head in acknowledgement. Clarke's eyes widened when she saw the warrior beside her try to push herself into a sitting position seconds later, screaming in pain when she moved. The blonde might've worked a miracle by saving her, but that didn't mean that Clarke had actually performed some sort of magic.
Clarke shushed the other girl, gently pushing her back to lie on the ground. "Just lie still, okay? You shouldn't be moving around much, if you're hoping to heal anytime soon. You need to rest."
The Grounder huffed in annoyance, and Clarke laughed at the childish pout that was now adorning her face. However, she slumped in defeat, clearly allowing her exhaustion from the trauma of the situation take over as she finally allowed her pretty green eyes to close. Clarke hoped it wasn't a bad sign that the Grounder was losing consciousness, but she decided to let her sleep, knowing that the poor thing was probably in a lot of pain. She moved her hand up to the Grounder's forehead to check for any signs of fever and was relieved to feel that the other girl's forehead felt no different than hers. The blonde accidentally knocked off the warrior's forehead decal with her motion, but she decided to just leave it with the shoulder guard. The brunette wouldn't need these things in the healing process, and Clarke knew that the Grounder probably had an endless supply of such things back at her own home.
Rays of sunlight broke through the trees and dappled the ground as Clarke waited for Jasper and Monty to bring back the stretcher, and she knew that it must be sometime in the afternoon now. She suddenly felt the exhaustion from performing the surgery wash over her, not to mention the fact that she had been up half of the previous night with all of the sick people in the dropship. She had almost forgotten that Finn was still sitting a few feet away until he spoke, playing with the now-turned-off flashlight. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"
"Bringing her back to camp?" Clarke gestured to the girl beside her, and Finn nodded. "I guess we'll find out when we get there, won't we?" Clarke couldn't help a little bit of irritation from creeping into her voice. She cared about Finn, sure, but she was still angry with him for murdering that man so easily. For wanting to murder this young girl.
"Why are you doing this?" he asked.
Clarke began to lose her patience with him, not wanting to answer such a personal question when her emotions were still on such a high. She didn't want to admit to him yet that she felt so responsible for what they had just done. She was slightly unsettled at the way that it didn't seem to bother him at all. "Because this is what I do, Finn. I save people."
"Even savages?" he asked quietly.
The blonde suddenly felt defensive of her new patient. "Did she look like a savage when she was on the ground crying in pain?"
"Well, no, but she is a Grounder. They're dangerous, and we have to be careful."
"Finn, she can barely even move. I don't think she's going to be terrorizing the camp anytime soon."
The boy was silent for a moment before admitting what appeared to be the real reason that he was so opposed to the idea of bringing this girl back with them. "The others won't like it. Do we really need to start something with our people, with Bellamy, all to save some girl who might turn on us the minute she can walk again?"
Clarke's shoulders slumped in defeat when she realized how right Finn actually was. "I know they won't like it, but I have to do this, Finn. I really have to, so I'll deal with the others myself."
"I hope they're not too hard on you."
Clarke could hear the genuine care in his voice, and she wished that she could still love him the way that she thought she had in their first days on the ground. Back then, she would've loved to have him care about her so much, but she wasn't sure that she wanted that anymore.
A rustling in the trees sent Clarke springing to her feet, hoping that she would be able to defend herself if a Grounder should appear. She especially worried that said Grounder might take away the one who was currently lying unconscious at her feet. Clarke sighed in immense relief when she realized that it was only Jasper and Monty, finally back from their trip to camp to grab one of their people's makeshift stretchers, which they had constructed in case of emergencies, like this one.
"Be careful with her when you put her on that thing," Clarke instructed, not wanting all of her efforts to be for nothing. "Try not to move her too much."
"Will do," Jasper said. "I take it you were able to save her then?"
Clarke nodded. "I was."
"Great work, Clarke," Monty said with a smile, patting the blonde girl on the back. "I knew you could do it."
Clarke felt a smile creep onto her own face at the thought that she had actually done something right, saved someone all on her own. If this warrior made it through the night, than that meant that Clarke had saved someone without her mom's help, without anyone's help. Maybe she wasn't such a terrible person, after all.
As Jasper and Monty lifted the Grounder onto the stretcher, they were sure to be as careful as possible, according to Clarke's previous instructions. The blonde watched as the poor girl groaned in pain at the small movement, clutching at her stomach, but her eyelids did not even flutter.
As she and the boys trekked back to camp, Clarke found herself wanting to reach out and rest her hand over the Grounder's, even though the other girl wouldn't be able to feel it. The blonde felt terrible about all of the pain she had just put the warrior through, and she knew that the girl was going to have a rough couple of weeks ahead of her. As they got closer to their destination, though, Clarke's thoughts shifted to her people and how they would react to the girl she was bringing back. Most of her people hated the Grounders, especially now that the two peoples were officially at war, and Clarke had no idea how she was going to convince her people that it was even remotely safe to bring one of their enemies into the camp. All she knew was that she had to try. She had to save this one life to make up for all of the lives that she had taken today. She knew in her heart, though, that saving this one girl was going to do little to ease her guilt. Maybe Finn was right. Maybe it wasn't worth it to bring this girl back to camp when it would cause so much trouble. She and Bellamy were just starting to get along, and this would surely cause a rift between them, possibly an irreparable one.
Maybe it would've been better if Clarke had just let the girl die.