Raven's heart dropped at the sight of her best friend, bloodied and bruised, lying motionless on the hospital bed. She carefully shut the door behind her before pulling the chair up next to the bed, placing her hand gently on Clarke's arm. The blonde looked to have a nasty gash on her forehead and Raven remembered the doctors telling her about some sort of abdominal wound, but she zoned out half way through the conversation. All she needed to know was that Clarke was alive and was going to be ok. Which she was. As soon as the doctors informed her of that, the Latina had a mini break down before entering the room. For as long as she could remember her and Clarke had been partners in crime. She was the ying to her yang. The salt to her pepper.
Raven had been so caught up in her own thoughts, that she hadn't registered the door opening and shutting, only being brought back to reality when a gentle hand squeezed her shoulder. She lifted her free hand, placing it atop of Finn's before speaking.
"How's Abby?"
Finn never took his eyes away from Clarke as he spoke, "They don't know yet. The doctors said she suffered a severe head injury and lost quite a lot of blood. They have put her in a medical induced coma to try and reduce the swelling on her brain. My dad's with her. He said he would call if there was any news" Raven let out a staggered breath at Finn's words.
"What the hell were they doing out there?!"
Before Finn had time to answer his girlfriends frantic question, a soft moan sounded through the room. Raven squeezed Clarke's hand in her own, causing the blonde to moan again, louder this time though. She watched as her eyes began fluttering open, revealing a darker shade of blue than normal. Clarke momentarily began panicking until everything came flooding back. The woods. The monster. The wolf. Her mother.
"My mom" Clarke's quiet, hoarse voice caused Raven to cringe internally before she grabbed the cup of water, placing it under Clarke's chin, encouraging her to drink.
Raven watched Clarke take a few tentative sips as she began telling her what had happened to her mother, and how she was currently in a coma. The Latina watched Clarke nod her head in understanding before she began furrowing her brows, leading to a pained expression. Raven asked Finn to grab one of the doctors, which he did without hesitation, leaving both girls alone in the room once more.
Clarke felt like she had been hit by a truck. Literally. The pain was almost unbearable. She knew she had a bad cut on her forehead, if the headache was anything to go by. And she also knew she suffered some sort of abdominal trauma, but didn't quite know to what extent. It all still felt like a dream. Was she right in thinking that wolf saved her life? No, that was absolutely crazy to even think. A wild animal of that sort wouldn't just be running around saving random humans from gigantic beasts. Although, gigantic beasts don't usually go roaming around the forest. Clarke's head began to hurt the more she thought about it. Instead, she closed her eyes trying her best to clear her mind of any thoughts what so ever. Raven made sure to ruin that within the space of a few seconds. She always was the nosy one.
"Clarke, what the hell were you thinking going out in the woods by yourself?"
The blonde opened her eyes, getting ready to blow Raven off, but couldn't after seeing the look on her best friends face. She looked like she was about to burst into tears. Clarke instantly felt guilty, placing her hand back into Raven's and squeezing it slightly in reassurance.
"My mom's been struggling with her work and wanted to collect some samples. Something about her funding being cut by the higher up's in the company" Clarke had to take a breather before continuing, "She didn't think I knew, but I overheard her and Aaron talking the other day, so I told her I would help where I could" Raven nodded her head in understanding, but something still didn't sit right with what Clarke had told her.
"But, you can collect samples elsewhere, surely? Why would you need to be so far into the forest?"
The blonde inhaled deeply, "Because, apparently, there were sightings of some sort of wildlife that was thought to be extinct. My mom and Aaron have been working on rare species and their genomes. I guess she thought if we actually had scientific proof it would drastically help their research"
Raven was about to speak, opening her mouth but instantly closed it after the door opened once again, revealing two doctors alongside a disgruntled looking Finn. Clarke watched the doctors as they rounded her bed, standing side by side as Finn took his rightful place next to Raven again.
The older looking doctor, with light grey hair and weathered skin cleared his throat before speaking first. "Miss Griffin, my name is Dr Carson and this is Dr Smith" Clarke looked to his left to find a taller, broodier looking man with a tight lipped smile who nodded his head once in greeting. The blonde focused on Dr Carson as he continued to speak, noticing how he subconsciously flipped his pen back and forth with his fingers. "You suffered a minor abdominal wound, but luckily there was no serious internal damage. Your vital organs, as well as your blood vessels remain intact. We did have to stitch the wound up, and because of your head injury we would like to keep you in over night for observations. We will be sending you for a CT Scan, for your head wound, just to be on the safe side" Clarke absorbed the information being thrown at her, noticing how Dr Carson's skin around his kind, brown eyes wrinkled slightly as he smiled down at her.
"If there's anything you need, don't hesitate to call one of us, Miss Griffin" Dr Carson announced after administrating some pain medication. Clarke thanked both doctors, watching as Dr Smith's stoic expression didn't change once throughout the entire encounter. After hearing the door shut behind them, Clarke let her head fall back against the pillow, letting out a frustrated sigh whilst Finn dragged the extra chair up to sit on the opposite of the bed. The blonde turned her head, making eye contact with Finn's unreadable expression.
"Thank-you, Finn. If it wasn't for you and your dad, I don't know where we would be right now"
"It's alright, Clarke. I'm just glad we were out hunting and found you in time. We actually didn't know your mom was out there too"
Clarke furrowed her brows in confusion at her friends words. "So, how did she get here?"
"Some guy brought her in, not long after we arrived. He said he found her whilst he was out walking his dog in the woods. I swear he was on steroids or something, he was massive!" Raven rolled her eyes at her boyfriends words. He had always wished he was taller.
Clarke was about to question her friend further when a knock at the door silenced her. Raven looked from the door, back to Clarke with a confused expression before the blonde shouted for whoever it was to enter.
Aaron popped his head around the door with a goofy smile playing on his lips. He hesitantly stepped into the room, shifting awkwardly on his feet before Raven announced she needed coffee, making Finn follow her out of the room. Clarke watched him slowly walk closer to the bed, before he leant down and wrapped the blonde in his arms, giving her an awkward pat on the back as he retreated and sat where Raven previously was sat.
"I'm glad you're ok, Clarke" His voice came out slightly broken, as if he had just been crying. She didn't say anything of course, not wanting to embarrass the red head further as he seemed to be doing a good job of that himself with his cheeks visibly burning a deep red. Clarke simply smiled a genuine smile, which Aaron returned without a second thought. He really was a true friend. To both her and her mother. Especially when Clarke's father died. He was Abby's rock throughout the entire ordeal.
"How's my mom, Aaron?" Clarke asked without breaking eye contact with her friend. Aaron inhaled deeply, trying to find the right words to break the news to Clarke. He realised there were no right or wrong words when it came to situations like this. Clarke wanted hard facts, not whimsical promises and pipe dreams. She wasn't stupid. Hell, she was training to be a doctor herself. She probably already knew the answer. But she wanted to hear it from someone else. She needed to hear it from someone else. Someone she trusted and not some random doctor's she had never met before in her life.
"Abby. Your mother" Aaron corrected himself, "lost an excessive amount of blood. She suffered a blunt force trauma to the head, causing severe swelling to her brain. It's not looking good, Clarke" His voice wavered towards the end of his sentence, causing him to break eye contact with the blonde who felt tears falling down her cheeks before she even had time to register that she was crying. She quickly batted them away from her face at the same time the door flew open, revealing three armed men, all with stoic expressions on their faces followed by Sanders dressed in his usual attire. A three piece button up with the same blue tie.
Aaron was the first to react, standing straight from his chair, his face now void of any emotion too. "You don't have to do this. Please, don't do this" Clarke snapped her head back and forth between Sanders as Aaron's pleading voice echoed through the room. The red head raised his hands in front of him as he took a step towards Clarke's bed. One of the armed guards brought his assault rifle up, pointing it directly at Aaron as he leant his head slightly to the left, adjusting the gun.
"The girl has already seen too much" Sanders voice was surprisingly gravelly as it left his mouth. "Heath" Clarke watched as Sanders beckoned one of the guards closer to him, "You know what to do" And with his final words, Sanders was gone from the room. The blonde didn't have time to protest before she saw the other remaining guards dragging Aaron from her room, eventually hitting him over the head effectively silencing him.
Clarke was left with the largely built man known as Heath standing at the foot of her bed, slowly pulling his rifle up.
"Please, I won't tell anyone anything" The blonde tried her best to sound confident in her own words, but her voice came out shaky. Even she wasn't convinced by her words. "Please" She tried once more, seeing a brief flash of something in Heaths green eyes. Something akin to guilt or perhaps remorse. Still, it wasn't enough for him to put his gun down. As if this day could get any worse. Clarke thought to herself.
Clarke was sure she heard Heath whispering an 'I'm sorry' as he squeezed the trigger, but was momentarily stopped when the door flung open, almost flying off it's hinges as a huge man crashed into Heath causing him to fire the gun without aiming. Clarke began panting heavily as she felt a burning sensation through her chest. The blonde looked down to find her blood pouring out of the bullet wound, staining the white bedding a deep red color. The grunts and struggles of the fighting men faded into oblivion. The only thing she could hear was her own heart beat thumping in her ears. She could taste the metallicness of her blood in the back of her throat, threatening to pool out of her mouth at any moment. Her vision began fading for the second time that day. Death clearly waiting to take her away. The last thing she felt were two firm hands snaking behind her back, whilst her body was lifted into the air. Maybe this is what it felt like when death came for you. No more pain. No more tears. Just nothing.
Luke looked down at the unconscious blonde in his arms, her blood dripping down both of his arms. The sound of heavy foot steps began echoing through the main corridor, along with a few shouts and crackling of radio's. There was no way he would be able to get out the way he came in. He flung Clarke over his shoulder in a fire mans lift as he picked up one of the metal chairs with his free hand, launching it at the double windows. The chair went flying out, hitting the ground a few seconds after followed by a chorus of screams and shouts from below. The blinds began swaying with the new sensation of the hot summer wind. Luke yanked them away, as he looked down to see how far off the ground he was. Doable. He thought to himself just as a few gun shots were fired behind him. One hitting him in the shoulder whilst the other lodged into the wall just above his head. His wolf began growling, but Luke pushed him away as he launched himself and Clarke out of the window, hitting the ground with a large thump before setting off in a fast sprint across the car park. The sound of shouting becoming a distant echo the further away he got.
Luckily his super human strength and speed had him flying through the forest in no time, feeling a few stray branches catching him across his face. He knew he wasn't far from Lexa's cabin now. He could smell his pack mates, meaning they would surely be able to smell him too. Clarke was still alive, but barely as her breathing became even more labored.
He burst through the tree line, being met with a frantic Lexa being held back by Bellamy's strong arms. Anya was the first to approach him, having smelt his own blood first before Clarke's.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine. She needs to get inside" Luke announced as Anya nodded her head once, before turning and leading Luke back up towards Lexa's cabin. She beckoned Emma to follow her, seeing as though she was the most trained in all things to do with medicine. Emma looked back at Lexa with remorse filled eyes before closing the door to the cabin behind her.
"Let go of me Bellamy!" Lexa growled out as she continued to fight against her pack mate's arms. His death like grip only tightening around her petite frame.
"You can't do anything now, Lexa. You need to let Emma do her thing. You'll only get in the way if I let you in there!" Bellamy shot back, letting out calming pheromones which seemed to aggravate Lexa further. The brunette could feel her wolf over powering her emotions. The snarling sound from her throat only getting loader with every pheromone Bellamy excreted.
Eventually, her body began to tire. She knew there was nothing she could do now. Lexa gave up, slumping back into Bellamy's strong embrace. His arms never once moved from their position as Lexa's body rocked with every emotion running through her veins. No doubt Bellamy could feel them too. Anger. Hate. Love. Guilt. Everything rolled into one. She didn't know if she would survive this time. Costia's death had almost broken her. Hell, it did break her.
Lexa wasn't sure when, but they had somehow ended up on the floor, with Bellamy still holding Lexa in a tight embrace whilst her back pressed against his front. He never once uttered a word. He didn't have to. It felt like they were sat there for hours, until Anya finally emerged from the cabin, blood coating both of her hands. Lexa snapped her head to the left, immediately wriggling out of Bellamy's embrace and running to meet her Alpha at the bottom of the steps.
"She's alive. Emma managed to retrieve the bullet and stopped the bleeding for now" Lexa let out a tiny whimper. She wasn't sure if it was from herself or her wolf, but she continued to stare intently at Anya until the Alpha continued, "But she's still very weak. She most likely has internal injuries. There isn't much else we can do for her, Lexa"
The brunette turned around, clenching her jaw as Anya's words seared through her chest, hitting her in the heart. She could feel the blood dripping down her fingers from where her nails were digging into her flesh as she balled her hands up into fists by her body. Lexa could faintly hear Bellamy's voice behind her.
"Anya, look at her! She won't survive this time and you know it! There is another way, you just refuse to see it" Anya could feel the anger bubbling through her chest at Bellamy's words. She could see the pain evident behind his brown eyes, as he pointed towards Lexa, who was now on her knee's looking out at the misty lake. The sun had long since set, leaving the white moon shining down on them.
"We do not know if that will even work, Bellamy. Lexa doesn't need any kind of false hope"
Bellamy threw his arms up in the air as he began laughing manically, "Bullshit!"
The Alpha clenched her jaw, as she jutted her chin up in a commanding stance. "You will do well to remember your position, Bellamy" Her voice was cool and unwavering, causing Bellamy to bow his head in submission. She hated having to resort to that, but she could already feel Bellamy's anger radiating through him, threatening to spill out at any given moment.
"I am sorry, Alpha. But please, will you consider it? Clarke doesn't have long. You and I both know it. Her heart has already began beating slower. I can hear it" Bellamy whispered whilst chancing a glance at Lexa, who still hadn't moved. Anya followed Bellamy's line of sight, her heart dropping at the sight of her Beta. Without speaking, Anya turned from Bellamy, walking towards Lexa. She rested her hand on the brunette's shoulder as she knelt down, so she was now face to face with the younger girl. Bellamy watched as Anya leant closer to Lexa's ear, whispering something he couldn't quite decipher, until Lexa drew her head away, nodding once in agreement. The glimmer of hope in her glazed over eyes didn't go amiss to Bellamy as he watched his pack mate ascend the three steps leading to the cabin, before momentarily stopping with her hand resting on the door handle. The brunette inhaled deeply before pushing down on the handle and stepping into the dimly lit cabin, closing the door behind her, leaving Anya and Bellamy alone under the full moon.