Robby pov

When I come to, I'm being dragged my two guards. My leg is wrapped in a bandage and miraculously there is no pain. Maybe they gave me some kind of medicine, but why? I pretend to still be asleep so I can think of a plan to kill these grounders and get us back to camp. My stomach churns as I realize how much more I think casually about killing since I killed that grounder. I open my eyes and move them down to one of the guard's waist which has my sword covered in blood. I spring into action and grab for my sword. Unfortunately, the two guards quickly pin me down.

"We're not going to kill you. At least not yet," the leader says as she looks down at me from her horse.

I look at her with burning hatred and inhale through gritted teeth as I hold my hands up in surrender. They tie ropes around my hands and put me on my feet. I see Clarke and Finn staring at me with concerned expressions. We walk about five miles until we reach a run down cottage. It's covered in rust and rot.

"We've walked about three miles since that creek. Two since we crossed the road," Finn starts to whisper as they sit us down on a bench.

"I don't think it matters Finn. They didn't blindfold us which means they don't care what we saw. They're probably gonna kill us," Clarke says sounding terrified for the first time ever.

"Why would they bring us all the way here just to kill us?" I ask trying to ignore my throbbing headache from the grounder's boot.

Suddenly, a grounder grabs the three of us and brings us into another room. He pushes us down on our knees. He looks up at something behind us and the grounder leader walks between us. She looks at us for a while before drawing her sword. She grabs Clarke and Finn struggles to get in front of her. The guards pull him back as the leader pulls Clarke to her feet. The leader cuts Clarke's ropes and walks toward a curtain.

"What do you want with us?" Clarke asks.

"Who are you? What is your name?" I ask angrily.

She ignores my question and pulls back a curtain to reveal a sick grounder child gasping for breath.

"Help her. If she dies, they die," the leader says pointing from Finn to me.

"You can do this Clarke. It's just another surgery," I say smirking and trying to sound reassuring.

"Her name is Tris," the leader says sounding genuinely concerned.

I didn't know grounders besides Lincoln could feel compassion.

"I can't do this. I don't have any equipment," Clarke says scared.

"We'll provide you with what we can," the leader says.

"Why do you think I can save her?" Clarke asks.

"Lincoln told her," Finn replies.

"What is you name?" I ask the leader.

"Anya," she answers scowling at me.

"Our healer is gone. There is nothing we can do for her," Anya says sounding scared.

"For their sake, I hope you can," Anya says slowly.

I look down in fear. I didn't even get to say goodbye to my friends at camp or even Octavia. Now they'll either come across our bloody corpses or spend the rest of their lives not knowing where the hell we went or even that were dead. I squeeze my eyes shut as I think about Raven most likely working her ass off to help us survive when she'll never see only family she has left again. I also think about Octavia spending the rest of her life worried about where I went only to never get an answer or the worst one possible.

"Clarke, you can do this," Finn says in a shaky voice.

Anya starts to walk away.

"Wait, what happened to her?" Clarke asks.

"She was on the bridge when your bomb exploded. You did this to her," Anya accuses bitterly.

"You brought a child to battle?! What the hell's wrong with you people?!" I ask in total shock.

Finn elbows me in the side.

"She was with me, she was my second. It's how we train them to be warriors," Anya says way to casually.

"So the killing can just go on and on," I taunt.

Before Anya can retort, the girl begins gasping louder and violently shivering.

"She's getting worse," Finn says.

Clarke and I move to help her into a sitting position.

"She's not moving any air on the left. There's fluid pressing on her lungs," Clarke says flustered.

"So its internal," I say sadly.

"I don't see an entry wound," Finn says confused.

"No, it wasn't shrapnel, it was trauma. The force of the explosion, it hit her in the chest. She's drowning in her own blood. She can't breathe, I'll have to relieve the pressure," Clarke says.

Clarke starts looking around frantically and small objects clatter around the room as Clarke searches for something.

"I need a small tube. Something rigid the size of my finger," Clarke announces to the guards and holds up her finger.

"Here," one of the guards says in a deep voice as he hands Finn a tube.

"Thanks," Finn says sincerely

"Fifth intercostal space," Clarke thinks out loud in deep concentration.

Clarke gets out a small knife and is about to cut.

I walk over and stroke the girl's hair.

"It's gonna be okay," I say gently.

She opens her eyes briefly and I can see fear, but also determination. She was strong. I grab her hand and she squeezes tightly as Clarke digs the knife and blood squirts out. The little girl moans in pain.

"Shhh it's okay. Think about the woods and the trees," I whisper gently as she gives my hand a death grip.

She closes her eyes and her breathing levels slightly as blood pours out of the tube.

"Your okay. Attagirl. breathe," Clarke says gently.

"See, I told you it would work out," I say smiling at the small girl.

She refuses to let go of my hand.

"What have you done?!" Anya screams as she storms over to us.

"No you don't understand. She couldn't breathe," Clarke tries to say, but Anya pushes her on the ground.

"Back off!" Finn yells as he tries to make his way to Anya.

A guard throws him across the room.

I run over and help them up. We walk over to the corner of the room while Anya examines the girl's body.

"She's breathing a little better, but even if we can save her, what happens then?" Clarke asks.

"Then maybe we don't die today," Finn answers.

"Maybe us saving her can help us get a ceasefire or something," I whisper shrugging.

"She's hot!" Anya shouts at us.

Clarke goes over and examines the girl.

"Her heart rate's way up. Shes probably sceptic," Clarke says helplessly.

"What does that mean?" Anya asks.

"It means her blood's poisoned," Clarke answers looking Anya straight in the eye.

"What about this stuff?" Finn suggests desperately.

"Coagulant, no that won't work," I say.

I happened to learn that in one of the many medical books I read while grounded back on the ark.

"He's right, Lincoln had some in the dropship," Clarke says.

"I don't see any antibiotics. Maybe that lake seaweed?" Finn suggests.

"She doesn't need seaweed, she needs real medicine!" Clarke says getting very stressed and slamming the container of coagulant on the ground.

"What is wrong with you people?! She's way to young to be sent into battle!" Clarke says.

"You put the bomb in the bridge you did this to her!" Anya argues back.

"Your people attacked us!" I yell.

Before the argument can continue, the girls starts gasping again.

"She needs clean blood," Clarke says and starts rummaging around her pack.

"Transfusion?" Finn says.

"Well we need to find a match," I say

"Ok there's no tubing so we need a syringe, the biggest one you can find and I need a cannula it's like a hollow needle," Clarke instructs.

I begin helping Clarke look around for one. Finn finds one.

"That's as sharp as it's gonna get," he says handing it to Clarke.

"Alright thanks," Clarke says.

"Wait use this bleach to sanitize it," I say squirting some on the needle.

"I'm gonna need your blood," Clarke says to Anya.

"No," a guard says stepping in front of her.

"Your from the same tribe. It's the best match we're gonna get.

"Do you want to save her or not?!" I yell at Anya.

"Just use my blood," Finn says holding out his arm.

Clarke draws blood from Finn, but struggles to find a vein because the girl has lost too much blood.

"Clarke..." Finn says

"Oh come on," Clarke says trying to will herself to find a vein.

"She's not breathing," Finn says.

We look at the girl in silence and we can tell she's gone. I look down in sadness. She was too young to die. It's all because the grounders think it's okay to send fucking children into battle.

Anya gets out her knife when she looks at the girl with tears in her eyes.

Clarke, Finn, and I stand there tensely not knowing what she's gonna do. She cuts off a braid of the girls hair and stuffs it into her pocket. A guard carries the girl's body away.

Anya finally breaks the silence with one final sentence.

"Take the boys away and kill them," she says burning with hatred.

Clarke cries out and struggles as the guards drag Finn and I away.

"Dude we don't have much time left. I just wanna say I'm sorry for getting so mad at you and I love you man. Your my brother for life," I say looking at Finn with sad eyes.

"You too man. It's been a great run," he says slowly coming to terms with our fate.