The clomping of feet in the hall startled London and she dropped the basket of freshly washed (and dried!) bandages.
"London!" someone shouted.
"Looooondon!" another called before she had the chance to respond.
"In the storage room!" she called back, kneeling to collect the bandages. Clarke would not be happy. She liked things well organized, folded carefully, looking like a real hospital. London understood that, and this mess on the floor was not that.
More clambering, then the door behind her (which had been open) smashed against the wall and three panting teens stood in its opening. "London!" they gasped simultaneously.
"Yes, hello, that's me," she greeted them, still gathering the bandages.
"Clarke, she needs you," one of them said.
"Bellamy."
"In the other room."
"No, she said to get an exam room ready."
"They don't just keep them ready? I thought they kept them ready."
"Well anyway Clarke's on the way."
"She wants a room."
"For Bellamy."
"They found him."
"He looks broken."
"Like a giant scab."
"Gross, actually."
"SHUT UP!" London screamed at them, her stress levels only continuing to escalate. What were they even saying? If she was needed, she needed to know that. "You," she pointed at one, "talk to me."
"Oh, I don't actually know anything. I just followed them here," he admitted. "Sorry."
London gave a huff of frustration. "Alright, you. Talk."
"They found Bellamy and he looks like he died and Clarke wants you to have an exam room ready with water and bandages and stuff."
"Ok. Thank you."
They stood there, just staring at her like she was going to save the world and they were going to watch or be told what to do. Honestly, they looked like lost little puppies.
"Now you can leave," London directed.
"But we want to help," the one who didn't know anything offered.
"No. Get out. This is something for Clarke and the Royal Court. Make sure if they're not on their way already, the Royal Court heads over here. Send Miller too."
"The Royal Court, to medical," one muttered. "Got it. Royal Court to medical. Royal court to medical."
London couldn't take it anymore. She left the room and didn't wait to see if they'd made it to the door. She was headed for the well out back. On her way, she dropped the bandages off in the room closest to the door. If Bellamy was hurt that badly, she highly doubted anyone wanted to carry him any further than the first exam room.