Bellamy watched Clarke over the injured boy's head.
"Well, Princess? Any suggestions?" His low voice cut through the whimpering.
"Start be elevating his leg," she answered, ignoring the teasing moniker. Clarke the Person was gone. Clarke the Clinician was in charge, and Clarke the Clinician had no time for nicknames. She felt the boy's shin, hissing in frustration when she found the break.
"Bad news, then."
Clarke glared at Bellamy, grabbing his arm and pulling him out of earshot.
"If that was you lying there, would you want people discussing you like that?"
"If that was me, I'd want to know what's wrong," Bellamy frowned.
"His leg's broken, which isn't normally life-threatening. But out here…" Clarke stopped. They were so far from camp, and night was coming.
Bellamy nodded, staring down at her, his arms crossed.
"Okay. So how do we get him home?"
"Right. Um, stabilize it, so he can stand and walk with our help. And hope he doesn't pass out."
"Done. And Princess?"
Bellamy leaned down, closing the distance between them with a soft kiss.
"Nice work."
He walked away, leaving Clarke the Person very surprised and very confused.