My shaky hands held onto Finn's as Clarke paced back and forth, explaining my brother's condition to her mother. "The blade is positioned at a sharp upward angle between the sixth and seventh rib."

"Okay," Abby's voice came through the staticky radio, "How deep?"

Clarke stopped pacing and came to Finn's bedside, "Well, I can't tell how deep it goes."

"That's alright," Abby promised, "Just don't remove the knife yet."

Clarke let out a shaky breath as she poured more moonshine onto her hands, "Here," she said once she was done, "Sterilize your hands" she instructed to Raven who was nervously pacing back and forth.

Once Raven had done so, Clarke handed the container to me, "You too, Avery."

I poured the liquid onto my hands, rubbing them together in order for the moonshine to sterilize all parts of my hands. I did not want to be the reason that Finn got an infection. As soon as I placed the moonshine back on the table, Raven grabbed it, quickly taking a sip before wincing.

I watched her, resisting asking for her to hand it to me so I could take a swig. 

"Clarke, do you see any fluid?" Abby asked.

Clarke got closer to the wound, trying to get a look, however a scuffle behind us distracted her. Two boys were bickering, one shoving the other in anger, "Damnit!" Clarke huffed, "Clear the room." she ordered to Raven.

"Everyone, upstairs, now!" Raven barked, clapping her hands to get everyone's attention.

Clarke placed her hand on Finn's forehead, letting out a small sigh, "He feels a little warm."

"That's alright, fever sometimes accompanies the trauma." Abby assured. 

Raven rejoined us, everyone now cleared from the room as Abby continued, "Clarke, I need you to tell me if there is any fluid leaking from the wound."

Clarke bent down to get a closer look at Finn's wound, "Uh, no." she answered.

"That's good." Abby confirmed, "Pleural membrane's intact. That's good...that's actually really good. He got lucky."

I felt myself let out a sigh of relief as I glanced down at my brother, he might actually be able to pull through this.

"Hear that?" Raven said, coming to stand at Finn's head, "You got lucky."

Another clap of thunder boomed from outside, shaking the Dropship in its wake.

"Okay, Clarke," Abby's voice came through once again, "Firm grip on the knife. You're going to need to angel it upwards and to the left, very slightly to the left as it exits the ribcage."

Clarke stood with her hands in front of her as not to contaminate them, "How very slightly?" she questioned, her voice uneven.

"Three—Clarke—" The radio cut in and out, making it impossible to hear what Abby was saying. My head shot towards the radio in panic, we could not lose connection.

Clarke's nervous eyes met mine, "Wait, what was that? You dropped out."

"Clarke, three millimetres. You got it?" Abby's voice was more clear this time, enough so that we could actually hear the instructions.

Clarke nodded, "Yeah, I got it." She looked down at Finn before looking up again, "Here it goes."

"Steady hand, Clarke. You've assisted me on trickier procedures than this. Once that knife is out the hard part is over" her mother encouraged through the radio.

I placed my hands on Finn's head and ran my hand through his hair, something our mother always did when we were sick as children.

Clarke inched her hand towards the knife, eventually placing a firm grip on it, "Alright, extracting now."

Not even a second after the words left her mouth another large rumble of thunder sounded, this one even more powerful than the last.

"The storm's getting worse," I pointed out, "We have to hurry."

Clarke nodded, but before she had the chance to pull the knife out, Finn started moving. "He's waking up!" Raven cried.

"Hold him still!" Clarke ordered.

I stood up, placing my hands on his shoulders to hold him down, "Finn, you gotta stay still." I ordered, using all my might to keep him laying down.

"Finn, I'm gonna get this knife out alright?" Clarke explained.

Finn gasped in pain, "Good plan."

"You can't move, you got it?" Clarke asked.

Finn let out a groan that could only be interpreted as a 'yes'. I looked down at my brother, his pained eyes looking up at me.

"Here it goes." Clarke said again, this time, she actually began pulling the knife as Finn continued withering in pain.

I tightened my grip on him, "Finn, you cannot move. Do you hear me?"

"Almost got it!" Clarke announced, "Hold still."

The knife was still halfway in my brother's torso when a large bang rang out through the drop ship as we all went flying to the ground, Finn included.

"Finn!" I cried, rushing towards him. Finn sat up slightly, his eyes meeting mine. I felt myself relax as I leaned up against the table, he was alive.

"Clarke? Clarke, are you there? Can you hear us?" Abby's voice sounded off throughout the drop ship. 

Clarke stood wide eyed in front of us, the knife in hand.

"It's out!" Raven exclaimed.  "She did it." 

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After we had gotten Finn back up on the table again, Clarke got to work stitching up his wound. He had passed out about halfway in and I took that as the time to stretch my legs, and go see what Bellamy was doing in the upper level.

I mounted the ladder, using all my force to open the heavy metal hatch that lead to the upstairs. As I pulled myself up into the room, all eyes were on me, one set in particular were not happy to see me.

"What are you doing up here?" Bellamy demanded, walking towards me as to block my view of what was going on behind him, "Shouldn't you be with your brother?"

I moved my body to try and see past him, "He's asleep." I answered shortly, my eyes then landing on the Grounder, tied up and bloody. "Bellamy—"

"We need answers, Avery," he interjected, moving to grab a leather book from one of the other boys, "Look." he said, thrusting the book into my hands.

My eyes flickered over to the Grounder, who shifted in obvious discomfort, "You shouldn't go through people's things." I muttered, trying to hand the book back to Bellamy.

"Avery, look." he said more forcefully, as he flipped open the book to reveal drawing. But they weren't just drawings, they were drawings of Octavia. My mouth fell open in shock.

"Come here." he said, grabbing my arm and pulling me away from the group. "There's more." he muttered, flipping to another page and showing me dozens of tick marks on a page, a few of them were crossed off.

"What is that?" I asked, my eyes moving from the page to meet Bellamy's.

He pointed at the book with intensity. "They've been watching us since we got down here. Each tally is one of us, the ones that are crossed off are the ones we lost."

I let out a shaky breath. I was conflicted. It was obvious that this Grounder could be a threat, but at the same time I didn't want to see someone being tortured.

I shook my head as I walked in a small circle, "We can't do this! We can't be these people, Bellamy." I exclaimed, throwing my arm out, motioning to the tied up Grounder.

Bellamy watched me through dark eyes. "We have to be these people. We won't survive if we don't—"

"Don't what Bellamy?" I demanded, raising my voice slightly, "If we don't torture people?"

"I did this to protect the camp Avery! I did this for Finn, and Octavia. I did this for you!" Bellamy's voice boomed, causing the other boys to look over at us.

"You didn't do this for me, you did this for yourself." I shot back, pointing my finger at his chest.

Bellamy shook his head in disbelief, "He tried to kill your brother, does that not even bother you!?"

I let out a scoff, as tears of frustration pricked at my eyes "Of course it bothers me, Bellamy. But what would bother me more is to watch you kill someone."

Bellamy's face softened slightly as he moved closer to me. He dropped his voice, nodding toward the hatch. "Just go be with your brother alright? I can handle this."

I let out a defeated sigh as I clenched my jaw. There was no point in me staying up here, I could argue with Bellamy all day about this and he wouldn't give in. 

As I moved towards the ladder, a blonde head poked into the room, her eyes searching for Bellamy and she pulled herself up.

"Good luck." I muttered, knowing she had come up here to speak to Bellamy just as I had. Clarke gave me a confused look as I began down the ladder.

"How is he?" I asked Raven, jumping down from the final few prongs of the ladder, making my way over to where she sat with Finn.

She shook her head, "He's really warm."

I placed my hand on Finn's forehead, almost wincing at how hot he felt, that couldn't be a good sign, "What does Abby think?" I asked, looking across the table at Raven.

"She said a fever is normal, but this—this is more than a fever. And now, the radio's dead." She answered, her worried eyes flickering over to the radio.

I looked down at my brother, it was almost as if I could feel his pain, "Maybe Abby's right, maybe it's just his body working to heal itself." I suggested optimistically.

My optimism soon faded when my brother began to violently convulse, his body shaking as white foam began to flood from his mouth.

My body tensed with fear as everything seemed to go numb. I stared down at him, not knowing what I could do to help him.

"Clarke!" Raven screamed, "He's seizing!"