On the Ground
As the storm outside began to pick up, the wind whipping the tarps that covered the entrance to the Dropship. Rain poured down as Miller and two other guys were trying to secure the tarps, to keep the storm outside. Clarke and I stood over Finns wound, talking quietly about it, so Raven, whom was repeatedly trying to call the Ark with the radio, so far it was a failure. I doubt the storm outside was helping our situation. We needed them to answer. We needed Clarkes mother, to guild us on how to do this, how to save Finns life.
I rubbed my neck, it it was starting to swell, I predict its due to tissues being hurt, as long as I could breath, I'd be fine with the stinging pain.
"there isn't a lot of blood" I stated simply, "It might be a good thing, might've just missed the important vessels and it means it's not in his heart."
Clarke nodded, with her hand on his wrist, feeling for a pulse, "His pulse is weak-Fading, that's not good."
We took off the first wrap off, that was around the knife, and began cleaning the area of the blood around it.
"So, how are you?" I asked in a whisper, keeping my voice low.
"He won't live if I can't talk to my mother" She replied, as she started to put another wrap around the knife.
"Not an answer to my question" I reminded her, "I want to know, how you Clarke Griffin are doing" I looked at her.
She didn't look up as she sighed and gave an answer, "Raven, she's his girlfriend, why am I feeling so-so worried about him?"
"Because you like him a lot, the heart wants what the heart wants, even if who it wants broke it" I mumbled to her, softly.
"I don't have the right to feel anything for him. He was just passably cute." She stated softly, mostly to herself I presume.
I placed my head on her shoulder, rubbing her back softly. Knowing what I said wouldn't help her with her feelings.
"This is a restricted channel, Who is this? Please identify yourself" I couldn't believe it, it worked, there was someone on the otherside, hearing Raven, hearing us! I knew who was talking, Sinclair, one of the chief engineer of the Ark, one of the smartest people in space. I walked over to Raven, Clarke close behind, as the rest of the people in the Dropship swarmed us, wanting to talk.
"Shut up!" I hollered at everyone, then spoke to Raven in a quiet tone, "Alright, Raven, run the show"
Raven began speaking to the radio, "This is Raven Reyes from Mecha Station, please you need to get Doctor Abby Griffin" She repeated herself, "Doctor, Abby Griffin now." This time she was more demanding.
"Hang on, Raven. We're trying to boost your signal." Sinclair informed us.
There was a moment of silence, before another voice came over the radio. "Raven, are you there?" Abby!
I placed a hand on both Raven and Clarkes shoulder, thankful that we got through, that Abby was there.
"Mom?" Clarke called, he tone was full og relief, "Mom, it's me?" she looked ready to cry.
"Clarke?" Abby replied, matching her daughters, relief.
Clarke than got down to informing her mother of our current situation. "Mom, I need your help. One of our people has been stabbed by a Grounder"
"Clarke, this is the Chancellor." Jaha's voice rang through, "Are you saying there are survivors on the ground?"
On the Ark
I sat with Vera, my mother-in-law, while Kane, Jaha and the rest of the council decided on what to do with Abby, today she was being punished for her crimes. Theft of medical supplies, illgal salvaging, unauthorized ship launch, pirating the Ark's comm system. One of these crimes alone was punishable by death, but they weren't going to float her, as we needed her. She was the Arks Cheif Medical Officer, at most they were going to strip her of her council seat.
"I pray she's, alright, I pray that Marcus will be, alright" Vera spoke, holding my hands, "I pray you'll be strong enough for both of them, being a mother and wife isn't easy" She stated.
I gave her a soft smile, "You have no idea" I stated softly to the 65 year old woman, that had the same dark brow eyes as her son did. There's a sound of radio static, "Did you hear that?" I asked her, could it be?
She was quiet, listening. There it is again, but stronger. She nods, "What could it be?"
I got up, and kissed the womans cheek, as I usually did, "I think it's hope" I replied, "See you for dinner tonight, alright?" I stated, once she nodded, with a surprised look, I then left, to head towards earth monitoring.
"Calling - Ark - Sta- Could- The Ark Station" This time it was clear what was being said, for what wasn't being cut out.
I don't think I've ever ran so fast in my entire life. I had to doge people, that wanted answers, as Raven's broadcasting was being heard by everyone on the Ark, this wasn't good.
"-Are, you there? Please, come in"
I made it to Earth monitoring, Sinclair was already trying to get the girl off the Ark-wide channel. He then looked up at me, "Ma'am, it's coming from Earth" He declared.
I nodded, walking closer to his station, "Alright, we get her only in this room, what's causing the interearence?" I questioned him. Just as Abby ran in, Jaha, and Marcus right behind her with amazed faces. I looked to Marcus, I already could see him, breaking inside, I walked up to him. Grabbing his hand, squeezing it as I whispered into his ear, "Jonah is alive, focus on that" I whispered to him, not wanting him to go off the deep end, though it was to late.
On the Ground
I then responded, speaking before Clarke could, "Yes, sir, there are survivors down here, they survived on the ground, we're not alone. The people down here, are well versed in guerrilla warfare" which was entirely true the Grounders form of attacking, so far had been ambushes, with a small group of personnel, just hit-and-run tactics. So far they seemed primitive.
They went quiet, then Clarke spoke up, "Mom, he's dying. The knife's still in his chest."
"Alright, Clarke we're going to patch you through to Medical alright?" Abby stated.
Once she was gone Jahas voice came through, asking the question, neither Clarke nor I wanted to answer, "Clarke, Jonah, is my son with you?" his voice was hopeful, and stressed to know.
Clarke took a breath to answer, but didn't, I put a hand on her shoulder and answered Jaha, "No sir, I'm-We're so sorry, Wells is - he's dead sir." I felt my heart break, as I told the man, his son was dead, I wouldn't tell him about the whole situation, not now. It was to fresh in everyones mind, the little girl Charlotte, being the murder than flying off the cliff and killing herself. While Murphy had been blamed, and was now an outcast. Not one of us.
A long silence from the Ark, "I'm going to talk you through it step by step, alright Clarke? Amber you be her Jackson right now" Abbys voice came through, I nodded at nothing, but agreeing to be like her assistant, her nurse Jackson. I walked out of the group, to stop as the Dropship shook in the storm. That wasn't good, it even cut out Abby, who was in the middle of giving a distinct order.
"Raven, what's wrong?" Clarke asked, worry setting in.
"It's not the radio, it's the storm" Raven replied swiftly.
On the Ark
I felt so much relief, hearing my daughter. She was alive. The relief soon changed as I hear her talk about others, being on the ground, using guerrilla warfare - it was an old, weak type of an attack- often used by small and weaker nations or militaries, back on the ground. It was basically harassment through surprise, used against larger militaries.
My heart broke at the news of Wells. He was dead. Abby placed a hand on Jaha's shoulder, but he just steps away walking past Marcus and I, to the door.
"Clarke, needs you." He said in a pain voice to Abby, then a bit louder he spoke louder to Sinclair, "Patch her into me when they're finished. The Chancellor than left, us -Abby, Marcus, myself and the rest of the men in Earth monitoring, with solemn feelings.
Abby than walked to the microphone, next to Sinclair, "Alright, I'm going to talk you through step, by step." Abby said, then the radio cracked.
"What's wrong?" I questioned Sinclair, as he put on the main screen, a large hurricane that was over the US, Virginia was smack-dab in the middle of it. The children were in the middle of it.
"It's a hurricane, right on top of them" Sinclair stated, the obvious.
Abby than said into the radio, "Clarke, we need to hurry." She then looks up, at Marcus and I, nodding, she then bolted out of the room.
I looked to Sinclair, "See if you can boost the signal, when Abby, and Jaha are done, I'd like them patched into us." I requested, breathless. Sinclair gave me a nod, while I took a stunned Marcus to our room. He needed to stay out of the spotlight for now, he needed to come to terms with what he - we all need to come to terms with what we've done.
On the Ground
Octavia than walked in with two tall cups, with Montys Moonshine, as I had asked for.
"New batch, at your request" She informed me, handing me one of the two cups, looking drenched.
"Montys Moonshine?" Clarke asked, after she smelled it.
"Pretty, sure no germ can survive it" Octavia retorted.
I took a gulp of the moonshine in my hand, shaking my head in disgust as I swallowed it, yup, that's going to kill things. Pretty good shit. Another gulp. I hoped it, while it went down could numb my neck up, so I could feel the sting of my neck muscles being sore, whenever I moved my head, or spoke.
There is another wind that his the Dropship, causing it to shake slightly, "The storm is getting worse." Clarke whispered next to me.
I began giving orders, "Monroe, close the doors." I looked to the shorter girl.
She looked back at me, "But we still have people out there"
"Monty, and Jasper aren't back yet" Octavia mumbled informing me.
Clarke added on, "Neither is Bellamy" I already knew why he was gone, out to get that Grounder.
"We have a man with a knife in his body. We need this Dropship - this room as quiet and safe as it can be. Everyone not inside when the door closes can find shelter." I stated, looking at Finn, "I figure that we don't have much time as it is." I looked to Monroe once more, "Call everyone out there to come inside, now. The door will be closing soon." The girl nodded and walked to the door, I then proceeded to drench a few cloths in Moonshine, prepping them to clean the wound.
Raven walked up to us with a needle, "Good" Clarke praised the dark haired girl, "All we need now is thread"
"There are wires on the second floor" Octavia stated, "that we used for the tents and your shoulder, Jonah" She reminded us.
I nodded to her, but it's Raven who gives a warning, "Stay away from the blue wires! I rigged them to the solar cells on the roof" Octavia was at the ladder as Raven added more, "That means they're hot! Got that?"
"Yea, I got it!" Octavia yelled back, climbing up the ladder.
Raven then looked at Clarke, "Tell me you can do this." She looked to me, "Tell me you both can do this."
I nodded, reasuring her, even though I and probably Clarke were deep down not wanting to do this.
"Hey, they're back!" Someone yelled, causing the three of us to look at the door, me to spin on my heel to see people walking in. Bellamy in the head of the group, leading them. I walked over to see two other guys carrying the Grounder, who they dropped to the ground. The Grounder was blindfolded and tied with a rope.
I put my hand on my neck, feeling where this Grounder- this man, had his hand. I met eyes with Bellamy, he nodded at me, telling me it went smoothly, they weren't seen bringing the Grounder here. Good.
"Bellamy!" Octavia called, not even up the ladder yet, as she walked over standing next to me, "The hell are you doing?" She demanded.
"It's time to get some answers", Bellamy stated simply.
"You mean revenge!" Octavia snapped at him.
"I mean intel" Bellamy growled at her, then looked to the two guys that were with him "Get him upstairs" He ordered.
"Clarke? Honey, we're ready, can you hear me?" Abbys voice came through, once more. Bellamy looked to the radio, his eyes big, like a deer in the headlights.
Clarke looked to Bellamy, "This is not who we are" she stated.
"It is now" He replied to her, conviction in his voice. He then walked away. He was right, not that I would admit it, down here Democracy wasn't going to get us anywhere, they - the Grounders- were aggressive, we needed answers, we needed to know who our enemy was. Even if it meant we were going down a darker path than our leaders on the Ark. Where just sneezing in Jahas direction, to loud, you could get someone floated.
"Clarke?" Abby questioned once more.
I pulled Clarke to Finn, first I sterilize my hands, Clarke doing the same, with Monty's moonshine.
"The blade is at a sharp upward angle, between the sixth and seventh rib." Clarke said aloud, as we started to focus on saving Finns life.
"Okay, how deep?" Abby asks.
I shrug at Clarke, "A small knife?" I mumbled, annoyed that we couldn't really tell.
"Well, we can't really tell how deep it goes" Clarke says loud enough for the radio to hear her, so her mother could hear her.
"That's alright. Just don't remove the knife yet." Abby informed us.
Raven was pacing around us, in an annoyingly fashion. I was starting to get annoyed with her being here. And everyone else in the room.
"Clarke, can you see any fluid?" Abby asked through the radio.
"Just blood", I whispered to Clarke, nothing else, not dark, or altered in color to suggest that any of the, pleura membranes were hit, and he's not having a terrible time breathing" I mumbled to Clarke, as I looked close to the wound. If it had, then Finn would be having a really hard time breathing, hell, he probably would've died while we brought him back here.
Clarke goes to answer, but is intruppted as people in the room were getting loud, some seemed to be fighting. "Damn it! Clear the room!"
Raven nods in comprehension, and walks towards the delinquents, yelling at them, "Everyone! Upstairs! Now! Let's go!"
"He feels a little warm." Clarke shared to her mother.
Her mother responded shortly, "That's alright, fever sometimes accompanies a trauma. Clarke, I need you to tell me if there is any fluid leaking from the wound."
"No, no discoloration in the bloody either" She rallied my information to her mother.
There is a sigh of relief with Abby, "That's good, that's actually really good. You got lucky."
Raven smiles and looks over Finn, breathing softly, "Hear that? You're lucky." I give Clarke a reassuring look, seeing she was looking visibly uncomfortable with this situation.
"Okay, Clarke, a firm grip on the knife." Abby began to instruct Clarke, "You're gonna need to angle it upward to the left very slightly to the left as it exits the rib cage."
Clarke and I share a worried look, as she asked her mother, "how very slightly?"
"Three millimeters." she cuts out, but returns, "Clarke-?
"Wait what was that you dropped out?" Clarke demanded, feeling the need to hurry.
"Three millimeters" I stated, Clarke nodded,grabbing the knife.
"Three millimeters, Jonah, as soon as it's out cover it and apply preasure, you kids got it?" Abby asked/
I nodded, "Yeah, we got it, here it goes" Clarke replied. A bolt of lighting strikes the ground outside.
"Steady hand Clarke." Her mother advised, reassuring her daughter, "You've eviscerated more procedures than this one. Once the knife is out the hard part is over."
More lighting is heared, "Alright extracting now." Clarke whispered, as I had a moonshine soaked rag ready to replace the knife.
Finn unexpectedly started to grunt in pain, his eyes open. "He's waking up!" Raven basically screamed at us.
"Raven! Hold him down!" I snapped at her, as I used an elbow on this side of his chest, she grabbed him and pushed down.
"Finn I'm gonna get that knife out of you, okay?" Clarke informed him.
Finn makes a barely comprehensible response, it sounded like he said, "good plan"
"Finn, you cant move, got it?" I growled at him, I looked to Clarke, nodding for her to hurry up.
"Okay, here it goes" She started to pull the knife out.
"Nice and slow, Clarke." Abby called over the radio, "Jonah be ready"
"Don't move Finn" I hissed at Finn, as I got ready to put the rag over the knife wound.
"Almost got it. Hold still." Clarke whispered, Finn groaning in pain, through his gritted teeth.
In that moment the Dropship shook so hard that we were knocked around. I felt the air push out of my lungs, and my throat ache as I let it out. I got up quickly, rag in hand and placed it over the bleeding wound. Raven was laying on the other side of Finn, who somehow managed to stay on the makeshift table we had him on. I pressed down on the the swear Finn let out towards me. I could feel the cool rag warm up, as his blood and body heat soaked through it. He was to warm.
"Clarke! Jonah? Clarke! What's happening? Can you hear us? Clarke?" Abby called sounding distressed over the radio.
I looked to Clarke who was standing in her hand was the knife, with a relieved look on her face.
"She did it" Raven stated, "It's out."
"Raven, take over for me, I'm going to go check on everyone up stairs" I stated, Raven quickly came over, putting her hand on the wound, I looked to Clarke, "Holler, if you need me back down here" I then crawled up to the second floor. Looking around, I see some of them were on the ground, "is anyone hurt?" I demanded.
There was a collective, "no" and a collective "I'm fine"
I nodded, than made my way up to the top floor.
"What the hell was that? Are we under attack or not?" Bellamy demanded, shouting, he ended up looking at me as I crawled through the hatch to the third floor, where they had the Grounder tied up, "Jonah what are you doing up here?"
"It was just the storm, I'm up here to make sure everything is alright." I whispered, walking forward, to the Grounder, who looked really good, even if he was all bloody from the beating from Bellamy and his people. I lifted up the Grounders head, to get a better look at his wounds, he looked at me with narrowed dark eyes, I met them. This was wrong, we needed answers. This was wrong, we can't be like our people, the ones on the Ark. We needed to be better. The Grounder - The man, lunge at me slightly, scaring me, causing me to jump a foot in the air backwards. I looked at Bellamy, "we need to let him go, now, before the storm lets up."
"No, not until we get our information, and if you're going to cause us problems, get out." Bellamy snapped at me.
I glared at him, "Bellamy, his people are going to come looking for him, when they do, and see him tied up, looking beat, they'll kill us."
Bellamy rolled his eyes, pushing me out of the way, he spoke to the Grounder, "They'll kill us if we let him go." He was right, I stood there quiet, thinking of something, we needed to let the man go.