Clarke

It wasn't that Clarke was afraid. She'd helped people with worse injuries, seen deaths caused by much, much worse.

But never with four people she counted as some of her closest friends once upon a time, and others she'd been just getting to know and like.

And if she was honest with herself, she was worried. The ship had landed at a very bad angle, and too fast. But knowing her friends, knowing Raven, they'd have put precautions in place. They'd have found a way to survive the fall.

Somehow.

So she'd sat. And she'd waited. Her rifle had been perched against her shoulder, the eyepiece magnifying her view from where she and Madi had hidden the truck. She'd watched the door to the rocket, waited for them to complete their measurements and check that the ground was safe.

Something they'd known if they'd gotten any of her messages.

When the door had opened, and Monty emerged supporting Harper, she'd begun to grow concerned. When Murphy and Echo then made their way outside with Emori, she knew she couldn't hang around any longer. They needed her, needed healing. Medicine.

She'd already been making her way through the rubble she and Madi were hiding in when Bellamy climbed out. When she saw him collapse, she'd doubled the pace and yelled back to Madi through their earpieces to stay where she was, prepare the truck for casualties.

Now, she knelt over Emori, trying to find the best way to move her without causing her any more pain than she was clearly in. She'd so far managed to avoid any questions from her friends, but she knew that the second Bellamy or Raven woke up, there would be no stopping, not even to save the others' lives.

Her decision was made in a moment as she looked down at her patient. 'Keep an eye on them for five minutes. I'm going to run back to the truck and bring it to you. I don't want to move them any further than I have to.' She pushed herself to her feet.

One glance at Monty, whose face was tight but relieved at the same time, and she couldn't help but grin at them. 'Hey, don't look at me so grimly. I'm not a walking corpse. Not yet. No matter what you guys thought.'

That broke the tension just enough for her to be able to turn and race back across the desolate land to the rubble she'd come from.

Madi was waiting at the edge of the truck, Clarke's medical bag in her hands. The little Nightblood asked no questions, merely climbed in the cab at Clarke's head tilt. As soon as she was situated behind the wheel, Clarke glanced towards her companion.

'They're in pretty bad shape, Madi, I should warn you now.' She kicked the truck into gear and spun the wheel for a hard turn. 'If you feel like getting squeamish at any point, just come hide back out in the cab, okay? I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with. Not yet.'

'I'll do my best.' Madi's voice was small, and Clarke suddenly remembered – she had seen no other living person in six years. She'd known only Clarke since she watched her parents die of radiation exposure at five years old.

Clarke stretched one hand out to lay on the girl's arm, still clutched protectively around Clarke's bag. 'I mean it. Don't feel you have to help them, okay?'

'They're friends. If they need help, I want to help them.' Madi threw a sideways glance at Clarke. 'They … they are friends, right? It's not another part of that ship?'

Clarke shook her head. 'No, it's not another part of that ship. This is the ship we were waiting for.' She pushed down on the accelerator. 'But they need some serious help. Help that I think we can give them, but we need to take them back home. We can't stay out for long.'

Silence ruled for the rest of the two minute truck ride, and as soon as they pulled up in front of the rocket, Clarke was jumping out of the cab, grabbing the bag Madi offered her. 'Open the back for them!' she called, and Madi jumped into action.

Clarke was back beside Emori within seconds, scavenging in her bag for the little morphine she'd found in the lab. Murphy didn't even question her, something Clarke made a mental note to file away for use some other time.

'Can you lift her?' Murphy nodded. 'Great. Get her in the back of the truck. There's blankets, there should be a few rolled up to use as a pillow.' Her hands closed on the vial of morphine, and with old, practiced ease, she slid a needle's worth into Emori's veins. 'Go.'

Spinning on her knees, she focused on Raven next. 'Monty, give me a hand with her?' Without waiting for an answer, she slid one arm under Raven's back, and used the other to lift Raven's arm around her neck. Monty mirrored her, grunting just slightly as he straightened with the extra weight.

'Echo, can you start getting Bellamy into a better position to lift him?' The grounder nodded, scuttling over to kneel at Bellamy's side. 'Harper, if you can, help him. If not, get into the truck. I'll be back in a moment.'

With even steps, she and Monty carried Raven to where Madi stood, eyes wide and blood drained from her face. A reassuring smile was all it took for her to snap out of it, however; she jumped into action, climbing into the truck bed herself to arrange a roll of blankets for a pillow and kicking some of their food supplies out of the way.

As soon as Raven was down, Clarke straightened again, about to turn to get back to Bellamy when she froze. 'Monty, why the hell didn't you say anything about your shoulder?'

The younger boy shook his head. 'It doesn't hurt right now. And the others are more important. I'll survive until the others are seen to.'

'God knows what you've hit, Monty! You're running on adrenaline right now, as soon as that wears off you'll feel that.' She glared at him. 'You, stay here. Don't you dare move. I'll sort you out in a minute.'

Ah, it had been a while since she'd had patients to boss about, and she'd be lying if some part of her didn't enjoy it.