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Meela galloped faster than Lexa had ever seen her. It was almost as if the mare could sense the urgency to get back to camp as quickly as possible. Clarke's grip on her waist had only gotten stronger as they road and Lexa could tell the jostling of the journey wasn't helping her pain. Miraculously they made it back to camp in about an hour, and the moment they arrived several warriors surrounded them, assessing the situation.

"Someone help Wanheda!" She commanded, and instantly two warriors helped Clarke off the horse and to her feet. Lexa jumped off Meela, and immediately began barking orders in Trigedesleng at her warriors who awaited instruction. "You two! Go find Wanheda's horse. He was spooked by a snake near Eaglenest Pass! You – get a healer!"

"No." A voice called her back to reality and she looked to Clarke, who had stepped out of the grasp of the two warriors that had helped her off Meela. "These are only superficial wounds – I can take care of them myself."

With that Clarke turned, and began to walk towards Lexa's tent, back rigid and leg stiff as possible in an attempt to hide the limp. Lexa knew what this was - Clarke didn't want to seem weak in front any of the warriors – no matter what clan they were from. Skaikru was still new among the coalition and she didn't want to put anything jeopardy by making her people seem less than the rest of the clans. She was the mighty Wanheda after all. For a moment, Lexa cursed herself for all the times she had outright mocked the weak.

"Everyone back to work! Now!" The commander yelled and the previously frozen camp sprung back into life, continuing the activities they were doing before Heda and Wanheda interrupted their day. Lexa caught up to Clarke, not daring to touch her in this moment. "Clarke, you really should let me get a healer…"

"They're just superficial wounds, I can take care of them self." Clarke responded, but when she turned and saw the apprehension on her secret lovers face she spoke again. "Look, if we get in there and it's worse than I think I promise we can get a healer"

Apprehensively Lexa nodded, opening the flap to her tent and whisking Clarke in in front of her. She quickly told her guard they were not to be disturbed. As soon the flap closed behind them, Clarke's rigid posture collapsed and for a moment Lexa thought Clarke was going to hit the ground. Lexa whisked her hands forward offering the support she was unable to give outside her tent.

"I'm fine." Clarke assured as Lexa helped usher her over to her bed and helped her to sit.

"Yes Klarke, I can see that you are clearly fine." She mocked, and Clarke's eyes narrowed.

"Are you mocking me, Commander?"

"Why yes Klarke, I believe I am." Lexa responded monotone, as she patted the side of her hair casually. Clarke scooted herself back onto the bed. It was only a moment before Lexa became serious again. "I don't think you noticed, but your back is bleeding as well."

For a moment, Clarke looked shocked, but as she reached behind herself and felt a few clump of drying blood her shock turned into concern. How could she have not noticed that?

"Well, I guess we better take a look." She said, her hands reaching for the hem of her shirt, but Lexa beat her too it and the brunette gingerly lifted the shirt over the blondes head revealing a grey bandoe. Crossing behind the bed Lexa let out a sign of relief at what she saw. It was bloody, and torn up but all appeared to be surface wounds. From where she had come to sit behind the blonde, Lexa put a gentle kiss on the back of her shoulder. "It's fine," She breathed, "Just a few scratches, but we should clean it after we take care of your leg."

Clarke also breathed a sigh of relief. The relief however was quickly suppressed and a lump began to form in her throat which she quickly swallowed. Despite claiming that she wouldn't need a healer, she knew that her leg was not going to be as easy of a fix. Clarke shook her head.

"No, take care of this first." Lexa almost protested, but seeing the way Clarke's fists were grasping her sheets she allowed her to put off in inevitable for just a little while longer. She rose from the bed, and grabbed a basin and cloth that her hand maidens had put in her tent earlier for washing. Lexa dipped the cloth in the water, before ringing it out and pressing it against the wounds on Clarke's back. In silence she worked, carefully cleaning until all the remnants of blood were gone and the wounds almost glistened. Lexa put the basin of water away and came back to Clarke, both of them knowing it was time.

Clarke stared at the Commander for a moment before nodding and Lexa came before her to help her to a stand. Clarke shook, as Lexa dropped to her knees in front of her – a place she had been so many times before but never in a situation like this. Noticing her trembling Lexa placed a quick kiss to Clarke's stomach, before her hands moved to undo her belt buckle, and then pants. Cautiously Lexa began to pull down on the garment, but as soon as they started moving they stopped. Over the last few hours, the fibers of the ripped pants had curled into various sections of the wound, and almost becoming embedded as the blood began to dry. Lexa let out a sigh, this was going to hurt. Gently as she could Lexa began to pull, flinching each time she heard fabric rip away from flesh. Above her Clarke let out a pained grunt, as she gripped Lexa's shoulder tightly.

"I'm sorry." Lexa whispered, and Clarke immediately thought back to the last time Lexa at said those words to her. I never meant to turn you into this, Lexa had confessed, and Clarke had dropped the knife to the ground before coming completely undone. Who knew that this is where they would be a few months later. Clarke slowly shifted her eyes down to Lexa, only to find greens eyes looking up at her and she knew that the brunette was thinking of the same moment. She offered her a half smile before returning to work.

"I'm sorry Klarke." She repeated as she continued to separate flesh from fabric. Eventually, Lexa finished and the pants slid to the ground. Quickly Lexa stood, helping Clarke find her place back on the bed. As Lexa's arms moved around her, the first thing she noticed was that not only was Clarke's heart beating rapidly, but that the girl was covered in a small sheen of sweat, despite the cooling early evening air that was beginning to surround them. It occurred to Lexa that perhaps she should get a fire going so they wouldn't freeze in the night. Lexa pushed back the thought, turning her attention back to Clarke's wound. She swallowed slowly, and looked at Clarke. The look in her eyes told her everything she needed to know. No, it wasn't life threatening but it was much worse than they had imagined. Starting at the front and going all the way around to the back of her thigh were several deep gouges. Each one, seemed to have somehow become embedded with various forms of rocks and twigs as she had slid down the hill. Now, the remnants of fibers left over from her pants also stuck to the wound. Without asking Lexa stood up and turned, peaking her head out the tent.

"Go get a healer." She demanded of her guards as Clarke lay back on the bed. It wasn't the most comfortable position, seeing how her back was torn up but she found herself getting increasingly heavy feeling.

Clarke watched intently as Lexa went to the small fire pit that had been set up in the middle of the tent. This tent was different than the ones they had used all summer, and had an opening in the roof to let out smoke similar to that of teepees Clarke had read about in school growing up – only the shape was not the same. Quickly Lexa gathered some wood in the middle of the pit, and just as it lit on fire the guard outside her tent announced the presence of the healer they had requested.

"Enter!" Lexa called as she stood up in front of the now blazing fire. Tentatively Nyko stepped into the tent, a small bundle of supplies in his hands.

"Nyko," Lexa stated stepping forward and offering him her wrist, which he dutifully clasped. "Wanheda's leg is in worse condition than we originally thought."

Nyko nodded, as Lexa guided him over to where Clarke way lying and tentatively began to examine the wound. After a few moments of inspection, Nyko slowly lifted his gaze to meet Clarke's who nodded, seemingly knowing what he was going to say.

"What is it?" Lexa demanded, and Nyko stood straighter than he had been the moment before, before turning to the Commander and explaining.

"I can clean the wound, and remove as much as I can – but with so many small fragments in the flesh we do not have the tools small enough to get everything. She will heal, but I cannot guarantee she will walk without pain."

Lexa's jaw clenched together upon hearing this news and for a moment Nyko thought he was about to suffer at the commanders hand. He stammered, trying to offer up a better solution, but from behind him Clarke cut him off.

"My mother…" She croaked tiredly. "She will arrive tomorrow morning, and will have the tools we need to fix it properly." At hearing this both Nyko and Lexa let go a wave of tension, but for very different reasons.

"Very well." Lexa stated. "Nyko, please clean the wounds the best you can and then wrap it so Dr. Griffin can finish up once she arrives tomorrow." Nyko nodded and immediately went to work. From across the tent, Lexa watched as Clarke's beautiful face contorted in pain, desperately wishing she could go to her. It seemed like hours as Lexa paced through the tent as Nyko worked, but she knew it couldn't have been more than 30 minutes when he finally finished covering the wounds with a large bandage and stood by Clarke's side.

"Thank you Nyko." Clarke whispered somewhat groggily, extending her wrist to him which he accepted not with one hand, but two in affection. Clearly he liked the girl.

"Anything for you Wanheda." He said, before dropping her wrist and turning to Lexa.

"Leave us." Lexa said somewhat abruptly. Unsure of her harshness Nyko stepped forward hesitantly, before dropping a pocket of herbs into Lexa's hand.

"For the pain." He explained before backing himself out of the tent.

"Nyko!" Lexa called out, sensing her dismissal was somewhat too abrupt, "Thank you for your help."

"Any time, Heda. Wanheda." He cast one last glance at Clarke before disappearing out of the tent and into the now darkened sky. As soon as Nyko left, Lexa rushed over to Clarke's side, sitting gently on the side of the bed where she say. Carefully she helped Clarke to a sit, and handed her the herbs Nyko had given her in haste. Clarke chewed them slowly, a look of distaste gracing her features ever so briefly.

"How do you feel?" Lexa asked, running her fingers down Clarke's arm gently.

"Hurts – but I'll be fine." The blonde admitted honestly as she swallowed the last of the herbs, and washed it down with a bit of water Lexa had offered her.

"Good." Lexa leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to her lover's forehead. "We should try and get some rest." Clarke nodded in agreement, it was late – and they both knew that it was going to be a long night and an even longer day tomorrow. In that moment they were both thankful that tomorrow had been left as a day for the clans to get reunited with one another, allowing the meetings to start the following day. Lexa stood, walking over to the entrance to her tent, before giving her guards a few instructions as she stepped outside briefly.

"We are not to be disturbed. When Dr. Griffin gets here tomorrow, please have her sent to us immediately." The guards nodded curtly in understanding, and Lexa disappeared back into the tent. Briefly, she tended to the fire, which had now warmed the tent to a summer's heat, but was beginning to fade with the night. Then, she finally began to take off her jacket, undoing one buckle at a time before sliding off her shoes, shirt and pants before slipping into the same night dress she had worn the evening after her fight with Nia. Then she unbraided her hair, brushing it as quickly as she could. Finally, she slipped onto the bed next to Clarke, who was desperately trying to fall asleep next to her. Yes, this would be a long night.

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Also, up next: Lexa and Clarke are cute, and the Arkadians arrive at camp!