We will survive- Chapter 7 Roan
Clarke immediately recognized the place Roan was taking them. He had everyone dismount and then he pulled Bellamy off the third horse. Roan slowly walked each horse down the stairs, luckily they were wide enough to handle the large animals.
Clarke thought it was strange that they were back here; Roan, her and Bellamy again. She remembered the last time, when they left Bellamy; bleeding and unconscious. Here they were again, in the same place with Bellamy; bleeding and unconscious again. Things are different this time. This time they are working together, and this time she's not a prisoner.
Roan settled the horses, and quickly began building a fire. "I need something to clean and dress his wounds," Clarke said. She had Bellamy on his stomach, and by the look of his back, it was almost a blessing that he was unconscious.
"I brought a few things. It's in my gear," Roan said. "I knew he would need it."
He tossed a pouch and some cloths to Clarke. Inside was a salve. "I really need to clean out these gashes first said Clarke.
Murphy came over with a water pouch. He knelt down next to Clarke. "Here's some water, maybe you can rinse him off," he said.
Clarke looked at Murphy, and nodded. "Thanks," she said. The concern of her face was evident.
"Is he going to be alright?" Murphy asked.
"I hope so." She said "we need to get the fever down, get these cuts cleaned and dressed. He needs rest though,' she said
"We can't stay here long," Roan said "One night, we need to leave before first light," he added
"We can't keep going. He isn't strong enough," She said
Look If we stay, we all die," said Roan "Including him."
"He has a point," said Emori "His guard might buy us some time, but they'll send scouts in every direction. If we don't keep moving, they'll catch up and bring the whole army down on us," she said.
Clarke knew they had a point, still she didn't like it. She focused on cleaning his wounds. She wrapped the ones that needed it. Clarke checked Bellamy's forehead one last time. He seemed cooler, and that was a good sign.
Glancing over towards Murphy, she noticed him wrapped around Emori. He had changed so much from the person she met when they first landed. He finally cared about someone other than himself. She wondered what their story was. He told her a little when they were locked in polis together after Lexa died, but she wasn't listening, not really.
Clarke looked at Bellamy and felt a sense of protectiveness for him. It was strange. He felt like home to her, she could trust him, she relied on him and she wanted to keep him safe. She couldn't say it was love. It was something more.
She thought of Lexa. They had a strange connection. Maybe she needed the escape from her own people that Lexa offered. She refused to go home after she radiated Mount Weather and then she refused to go home after Mount Weather was attacked a second time. The thought of going home scared her. Even the day Lexa died she knew she had to go back and she struggled with the idea of it.
She hurt Bellamy when she left once, and she wasn't going to let that happen again. She owed him more than that. Whatever they were to each other, she would figure it out later. Right now they had to get back to their people and figure out how they were going to survive.
Clarke stood and stretched her back. She walked up the steps towards the opening of the tunnel. Roan stood looking around.
"You need to rest while you can," he mumbled to her.
"I will." She answered "I just wanted to thank you," she said "You saved him. Why?" she asked.
"What my people were doing is wrong," he said.
"But you're their King;" she answered "Can't you just rule differently? Won't they follow you?"
"Ice Nation would see that as weak." He answered "They would never support a weak leader."
"They would have let him die to get to you. They don't realize, were alive because of you, him and the others." He said "It's not right what they did."
"I hope you still feel the same way when I fill you in on what's coming," said Clarke as she began to fill the king of Azgeda in on the looming apocalypse.
Roan took it better than she thought he would. He wasn't one that had been chipped, and that was a good thing. Clarke was in the City Of Light and she knew how peaceful it was for the people there. She knew the people that had been there may not be receptive to the idea that she brought them back just to see their world ending.
"Can't we just take out the power plants?" Roan asked, interrupting her thoughts.
"I don't know. That's why we need to get to Arkadia," she said "We need to see what our options are, or if we have any."
"How's he doing?" Roan asked nodding towards the camp and where Bellamy lay.
"He's weak. He lost a lot of blood," she said "he needs rest."
"He can rest when we get to your people," Roan said
"If he makes it there, if we keep pushing …"she started to say
"He's strong," Roan interrupted
Clarke just glanced back at him lying there on the hard ground. She didn't respond to Roans words. She just nodded.
"I need your help," she told Roan finally and they took one of the packs off the horse and fixed a pallet for Bellamy. Together they lifted him onto it. It gave a slight barrier between him and the ground. Clarke was worried that in his weakened state, he may get worse on the cold floor.
Roan didn't argue about it. He saw Clarke's concern and truthfully he knew how bad Bellamy's injuries were, but they couldn't concern themselves about that. After what Clarke told him, they needed to get to Arkadia fast and find a solution. He decided that now more than ever the sky people could be a valuable ally. They were the only ones with the technology that could save his people.