After a moment, the lights in the ship suddenly went out for a few seconds before flickering back to life steadily. It repeated itself once more and she left her position beside the table and glanced up the hatch.
“What the hell is going on up there?” she yelled with a puzzled expression. Just like with Raven, nobody answered her question. She walked back to Finn anxiously and sat down in the chair that she had been occupying previously. Putting a hand to his forehead, she discovered that his temperature had spiked; something she hadn’t thought was possible.
“You’re going to be okay,” she affirmed quietly, knowing it was likely that he couldn’t hear her. A loud scuffling noise and the sounds of panicked voices erupted from the level above
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Lana nodded and the two picked up each end of the body, backing up out of the ship and into the mess of delinquents attempting to piece the camp back together.
“Taylor!” Shifting slightly and trying to ignore the burning that spread throughout her arm, she turned and saw Clarke walking towards her with Bellamy at her side. “Let me take a look at your arm.”
“After I bury him,” she replied, seeing that the long bandage she had wrapped around her arm was turning red. She turned her attention to Bellamy and looked at him expectantly. “So what do we plan on doing with the Grounder we’ve got locked up in there?”
“We can let him go, you know that. He’ll come back with others,” he answered, training his eyes on his feet. She knew that he was right but she also knew it could’ve been avoided if they hadn’t taken him in the first place. But Finn might also have been dead if they hadn’t. It was too much for her to think about. “Just let Clarke look at your arm, this can wait -”
“No,” she interrupted, shaking her head with tears brimming in her eyes. “This is my fault, I’m going to take care of it. I’ll come see you later, Clarke.” Nodding for Lana to keep moving, the two trudged out of camp to where the rest of the graves were located.
It was a long and hard process to dig a grave as deep as the others and cover it back up when the body was put in it. Taylor had no idea how Wells had ever managed to do all of it on his own. When they finished, she stood up and
“Don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything else”, Brianna says, offering one last warm hug as the young girl leaves. “And don’t worry, I will find a way to fix this, we’re in it together now.”
“I’m fine!” they rushed out, forcing their eyes to meet with his. It almost stung. “I really am fine.”
“I did have this idea, this feeling that when you were standing there beside me… But you can’t say anything for sure from just feelings. And this feeling doesn’t make any sense. It was a crazy idea, I must have been delirious. So I just have to forget it. I just fell.” (66) The feeling that Finny had, was the slight thought of his best friend possibly being the reason behind his fall, makes him This shows that Finny is starting to feel guilty and sad as he couldn’t believe himself for thinking about something like that, just judging from his feelings. “I’m sorry about that feeling I had.” (66) This indicates that the loyalty in Finny is preventing him from knowing the truth of his friendship with Gene; which is that he was actually the one who caused him to fall. Adding on, the goodness and authenticity of Finny’s heart is prohibiting him from believing; let alone thinking about a small possibility that his best friend would do something like
"That's Ms. Kane, thanks." Lana smoothed her skirt, and reminded herself about the mission. About the extraction. About the ways that the who of this shouldn't complicate the
“This has to be a mistake,” she dismissed. The guards were not up to talking, as they grabbed Clarke and began to try and restrain her.
She winces at the sharp pain originating from her left hip. “I’m pleased to hear that. Let’s go ahead and begin. Sit up straight for me,” William instructs, one hand bracing the small of her back and the other pressing the stethescope against Lorena’s chest. “Breath in...and out...
“Grounders.” As you walked beside him, he examined you to see any badly wounded areas.
Elizabeth returned with the tea and set it down on the stump Dexter used as a bedside table. “It needs to cool down a bit and will help you with the pain.”
"Woah." Jasper said in a surprised tone as he stumbled back a little, his hand on his head in pain. You immediately step towards him in concern and hold him steady. Murphy scoffed in the background, but you decided to ignore it as Jasper was your only concern at the
She shook her head from side to side. “It’s not a problem.” Which really it wasn’t though she wasn’t exactly sure if they had anyone back in town that need them. She shrugged her shoulders and shifted her head from side to side. It wasn’t her problem if they did. “That’s true. Hold as much as you can carry.” She said with a slight nod of the head, a smile quickly spreading across her face. “I believe you.” She in a soft voice, her head dropping towards the side.
Caitlin needed to be sure. She slowly approached the covered body and reached it with shaking fingers. She revealed enough to get a glimpse at the dead, bloody, beaten face. It was enough to make her stomach turned and feel last night diner coming back with a revenge. Keeping everything in, she let go of the blanket like it was burning her.
He averted his gaze when she straddled him. Her hand rubbed down the center of his chest to his stomach. Then Raven cleared his throat. She sighed, dug out the bullet, and then injected the rest of the serum into his shoulder.
"I'm Roan. You need your rest. Puana is very strong and you hit you're head very hard." Clarke knew there was no Roan on the Ark or in the hundred but she couldn't force herself to care. The only thing she cared about was the aching in her back and the pulsing veins in her head.
The child winced as the bone needles dipped in and out of his flesh, but he stopped screaming. “What happens during the Trials?”
“I’m coming with you then,” he said as he started collecting things too. My first reaction was to say no, but how selfish to dump him here to live a life he certainly didn’t want either. So I closed my mouth and did one last grab for a kit containing materials to stitch wounds and we left.