The sounds outside, of life and laughter helped calm Clarke. She'd never had to deal with poisonous plants on the arc, and that left her very out of her depth in this situation. Her shaking hands flipping quickly through the basic book on plants Monty had drawn up for her. If only Monty wasn't outside the gate with the hunters.
"Will Luke live?" a small, timid voice asked from behind Eric, one of Clarkes new interns. The voice belonging to a boy Clarke had known on the Arc. Luke.
Clarke raised her eyes to the boy for mere seconds before moving her gaze back to his friend on the table, allowing her eyes to run over the young boys face. He couldn't be any older than 14.
"I will do everything in my power to help your friend," Clarke said.
"Toby. His name is Toby."
"I will do everything in my power to help Toby," Clarke corrected.
"Thank you Clarke," Luke said softly, suddenly, diving forward without thought and quickly hugging the older girl before running off, leaving her to watch after him, her heart heavy.
"I don't know if I can save his friend. But I certainly am going to try," Clarke told Eric, checking Toby's vitals again, just in case something had changed. Nothing had.
"Clarke they're back," Octavia said running through the drop ship to them, stopping only to deliver her message before she had turned on her heal and gone back the way she had come, most likely to meet up with Jasper, who had been apart from his girlfriend for three days as a cause of the hunting trip. The longest the two had been apart since they met.
"Oh thank God," Clarke whispered. "Look after him for a second please?" Clarke asked Eric, not even waiting for a reply before she had taken off towards the massive door and down the ramp onto the soft soil, the light breeze soothing her frazzled nerves just a bit. Not enough though.
"Monty," Clarke yelled, catching sight of the boy in question.
"Hey Clarke," Monty replied with a smile that quickly disappeared.
"I need your help, there's a boy in my drop ship whose been poisoned by a purple flower."
"Do you have the flower?" Monty asked as they headed toward the drop ship.
Clarke nodded handing him a bottle with in which the flower sat, contained and quite unable to harm.
"I've read about this. It attacks the nervous system and can sometimes, in really bad cases, cause blindness, sometimes temporary, sometimes permanent, but that just depends on how it poisoned him" Monty said.
"He only touched it," Clarke said, showing him the boy whose eyes now roamed the room, the only part of him capable of movement.
"No blindness then. That's only caused if he had smelt it or even eaten it."
Clarke sighed in relief, Monty knew what it was, and that was good.
"Is there a cure?"
"I don't know. But we did find a plant with healing quality's quite like our antibiotics. We just have to crush it up and make it into a paste to put either on wounds or on the tongue to swallow," Monty told Clarke.
"Really? Is there more," Clarke let her worry for Toby slide for a second, her excitement at more medicine taking place.
"Lots."
"That's exactly what this camp needs, some good news," and then the worry was back. Clarke sighed, the plant had better work.
….
"No," Monty muttered dropping his head. It hadn't worked, the paste was completely useless at healing the boy.
Clarke sighed, her head hitting the table Toby was lying on with a thud before she raised it with speed.
"I know what we need, wait here I'll be right back," she said literately running out of the drop ship.
She was back so quick it was like she hadn't been gone at all, and in her hands was a bunch of pink flowers, resembling the flower responsible for the boy who lay motionless on the table.
"Ok, what we have to do is mash up half a hand full of petals for every cup of water. Once the whole cup full has been swallowed he should be fine. I hope," she said.
"Yes, why didn't I think of it earlier. Purple is poison, pink is antidote. Where did you learn that?" Monty asked as they crushed the petals up.
"I used to spend my whole time reading. I wanted to know everything there was to know about everything. I had only just touched plants when I was put in lockup" Clarke said, finally pouring the mix into the water and stirring it a few times. It didn't look very appetizing, but hopefully it would have the desired effect.
"That's our smart Princess," Bellamy smirked, leaning on the wall.
"How long have you been there for?" Monty asked, his hand on his heart, which was beating faster than normal, what with the fright Bellamy had given them both.
"Since I saw the Princess running to pick some flowers. I should have known it wasn't for something as trivial as making the place seem brighter."
Clarke only looked at Bellamy as she moved to Toby who was looking at them with wide afraid eyes. "Could you both please help sit him up?"
Seated, Clarke began tipping little bits of the liquid into Toby's mouth, rubbing his throat to help him swallow before finally the mix was gone.
"Ok, if this works we should see a change in half an hour, maybe even less," Clarke said.
"And then you can have lunch and go to bed," Bellamy said.
"No. There's more work to be done," Clarke said moving off to fix up a girl who had just walked in with an extreme limp.
"Stubborn princess. I'm sure our people can manage a couple hours without hurting themselves. Enough time for you to have a nap," Bellamy said following Clarke as she set the girl up in a seat, squatting down in front of her.
"I would love to lie down for even five minutes, but I just don't have the time at the moment Bellamy, not with how clumsy everyone seems to be this past week," Clarke said before turning to the girl. "Your ankle's just sprained; I suggest soaking a cloth with cold water and applying it to your ankle to keep the swelling to a minimal. I'll also give you these to help you move around."
Clarke moved off to the left, coming back with makeshift crutches, the right height for the girl. "Just bring them back when you're all better," Clarke said with a smile the girl returned.
"Thanks Clarke," she said leaving the drop ship, quickly becoming accustomed to her new additions.
"Look, have something to eat, and go to bed for a couple hours, you must be really tired if your agreeing with me. And don't worry I'll wake you up. Princess you stayed up all of last night and all of the night before with patients. It's time for you to take care of yourself. Especially since it's only going to get worse as we get further into building the houses."
Clarke sighed. "Ok, I see your point. Thank you Bellamy."
"Anytime Princess," Bellamy smirked, turning on his heel and striding off into the sunshine, like he hadn't just done the amazing thing of making Clarke Griffin follow an order.