There may not have been a lot to look forward to - The fact that they were on their own, with Raven and Harley both needing immediate medical attention, was putting a real misfortune on the situation. The delinquents were nowhere around the dropship, possibly taken by grounder's that weren't at the battle, leaving them on their own. But Harley wasn't ready to drop everything she has ever believed in. Instead, she turned her head to look over at Raven with extreme concern. The poor girl was hardly conscious, and was much more weak than Harley.

"Hey, Raven?" Harley spoke up, her voice soft. Raven stirred at the sound of her name, trying to focus. "Try to stay awake. Please." Her plead was due to not knowing any medical skills, but figuring that if Raven passed out, she might not wake up.Too tired to respond with words, Raven nodded in her direction slowly, showing she heard her. Trying to smile, Harley leaned to the side, she rest her head on Murphy's shoulder. He had been sitting beside her the whole time, asking about her wound every time she winced. He was at first stiff at the contact, but relaxed quickly.

While Harley's wound wasn't getting better, it also wasn't getting worse. They didn't have any supplies to stitch it, so for now, she figured the belt wrapped around her would have to do until one of them could figure something out. She was worried, for the sake of the other two. The thought of one of the three not making it out of the dropship made Harley frown and shift until she was closer to Murphy, leaning her arm over his. He didn't have to say anything, instead, he gave in to the bright comfort and tilted his own head to side as well, until Harley felt it on her own.

"We're going to be okay," Harley whispered, but stayed firm. "We just need a plan." The other two didn't have to say anything. She could just sense that they didn't believe her, and there was no plan they could come up with. She didn't blame them. She had wanted to comfort Raven too, help her stay relaxed in some way, but could hardly move. It pained her to even adjust into Murphy's side, but the comfort he returned made her big heart feel warmer. And the fact that he wasn't pushing her away or rejecting Harley's touch made her more glad.

All of a sudden, Harley felt herself perk up when hearing footsteps just outside of the dropship and close enough to them. "Are they the others?" She breathed out, hopeful that their friends were returning.

"Or a lot of grounders," Murphy mumbled, but made no move to for a gun or weapon. Harley bit her lip, flinching when the sheet was torn to the side, but felt relieved yet shocked when seeing it was Doctor Abby Griffin,Marcus Kane and a few armed guards.

Harley's eyelids flew open in shock and she felt her jaw slack open. Murphy lifted the pressure of his head off hers, staring at them in equal surprise. The shock faded and turned into excitement, that The Ark landing last night had survivors, more of their people. The frown she had been sporting turned into a grin as she set her chin on Murphy's shoulder, grateful and suddenly happy.

"Help them." Murphy's words came out as a rumble, almost a plead.

Abby rushed to Raven, rolling her on her side gently and whispering to her, asking about Clarke, her daughter and making Raven weakly reply that she wasn't there. It was only them three. Meanwhile, Kane squatted in front of Harley while holding his gun to his chest, checking her himself, even though he wasn't a doctor. "What happened to you?" He asked, his eyes averting to the blood stained shirt.

"Grounders happened," Murphy answered for her.

"We'll get you better at home," Kane responded, his voice kind and gentle. "You and Raven." It made Harley smile, thankful.

"What happened to you, then?" Abby asked Raven worriedly.

Harley felt herself freeze and tense up, picking her head off Murphy's shoulder without taking her hand off his arm. She looked to the side, meeting Raven's gaze, who held nothing but sympathy for the pair. Finally, Raven shook her head, staring back up at Abby again. "I got shot," she mumbled. "I got shot." Even though it was Murphy's fault, and there should be some punishment for what he had done, Harley tilted her head and returned the compassionate expression for keeping the incident a secret.

"Alright," Kane spoke up. "Let's get them home." Home? The word sounded weird to Harley, considering that she had been at the dropship for so long, it was like a home to her now. But if The Ark landed, and there were survivors, then they had to have made something of their own. He spoke into his walkie talkie quickly, commanding for stretchers, before setting his gun down and giving Harley a hand.

Reluctantly, Harley released Murphy and grabbed Kane's hand. A sharp hiss escaped her mouth as he lifted her up and she cried out, her other hand dropping and cupping her wound on instinct. "It's okay," Kane assured her, letting her lean against him and directing her to one of the guards. "We're here now. You'll be okay." Harley nodded, squeezing her eyes shut and allowing the other guard to hold her carefully as Kane helped Murphy.

The bright light from the outside nearly blinded Harley as the guard helped her limp outside. More were there, holding stretchers, ready to bring them home where they'd get the medical attention they needed. But when Harley looked up, blinking a few times as she hobbled forward slowly, it was as if all the pain in her side faded when seeing three familiar faces. Bellamy, Finn, and Clover. They were bloody, panting, but alive.

"Harley!" Clover exclaimed. Despite her painful appearance, she dashed forward, a wide smile on her face. The guard held onto Harley tighter as her knees grew weaker from the initial surprise as Clover carefully launched herself towards the other. The blonde's arms went over Harley's shoulder as she broke down, relieved, and holding the other tightly before pulling away and pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. "I have her," she told the guard who gave her a nod, and carefully passed Harley over.

As one of Clover's arms went around Harley's hip, putting her hand back over Harley's that was still clutching her wound, and throwing her arm over Clover's shoulder, Kane helped a staggering Murphy out of the dropship. "It was awful," he was stating, limping forward, and continuing his story.

Harley was about to give the other two boys bright smiles, thankful that they were alive and here as well, before Bellamy was shouting and charging towards Murphy who seemed stunned. "You murdering son of a bitch!" She watched, horrified, as Bellamy tackled him out of Kane's grip and violently began choking him, throwing his head back to the ground.

"Bellamy, wait!" Harley exclaimed, watching Bellamy beat up her brother. "Stop him!" She pleaded with wide eyes, Clover holding her back from lurching forward as Bellamy began punching Murphy who was underneath him. Kane gave a calm nod to the guard that had helped Harley out. The guard pulled out his electric baton, flicking it on, and pressing it against Bellamy's back. He gasped in pain, falling to his side and off of Murphy who gasped for air.

Kane stood over the two wounded males, untroubled despite the problem that had arose. "Place him under arrest," he demanded. Two guards complied, stepping forward and grabbing Bellamy to cuff him.

"Wait," Finn begged Kane. "You don't understand. Murphy murdered two of our own people. He shot another one. He tried to hang Bellamy."

"And everyone else tried to hang Murphy for nothing!" Harley defended him, sounding brave despite her small voice, but suddenly wincing when a sharp pain erupted again from the outburst.

Kane noticed, and knew they had to move out soon to help Raven and Harley. "I don't care," he quickly stated. "You are not animals. There are rules, laws." He paused to look at Bellamy, who was being held tightly by the guards. "You are not in control here anymore."

"Let's get you on the stretcher," Clover said gently. Harley nodded, looking over to Murphy and refusing to take her eyes off of him as she was led to a stretcher, but thankful that Kane was giving him a hand. "There, you'll be okay," Clover continued, helping her lean down, until she was uncomfortably on her back on one of the stretchers. She reached out, her gloved hand gripping Harley's tightly as Raven was brought out next.

Harley looked up as the stretcher was lifted by two guards. She met Clover's concerned gaze and gripped her hand tightly, ready to go wherever home was.

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Upon first arriving to Camp Jaha, Harley thought it was beautiful. It wasn't anything like the dropship surrounded by woods. It was towering and beautiful, with much more space, and a bit more distant away from the woods. She didn't have much time to admire it. Raven was brought into one tent, while Harley and Murphy were brought into the other. Despite Harley's protests, Clover was asked to wait outside so the medical tent wouldn't be too occupied.

While Abby briefed Raven on her upcoming surgery, her assistant Jackson had taken over for the pair wounded. Harley was laid on her back, holding her wound tightly as Jackson sterilized the tools he would need. He noticed that she was tense and uncomfortable and gave her a soft look. "I can bring Abby in here if that would make you more comfortable," he offered, disinfecting a needle carefully.

"No," Harley responded, quiet. "I trust you." She did. She trusted Jackson could stitch the gash in her side, she was just edgy and unsettled from the upcoming operation.

Jackson smiled back, finishing and setting the supplies down on a table between Harley and Murphy's beds. Instantly, Harley had reached out, and grabbing Murphy's hand tightly. He didn't expect it, holding the grip loosely and staring back, lost. "What the hell are you doing now? Are you a wuss or something?"

Stiffly, Harley nodded. She was. She wasn't scared to die, knowing that she wouldn't now, but scared of the pain due to not having any medical stock that would numb the pain or put her unconscious. "I can knock you out," Murphy offered, cracking a joke, as Jackson threaded the needle, making Harley grip Murphy's hand tighter. He winced, finally returning it and letting his guard down to hold the frightened girl's hand. "Okay. Wouldn't you rather hold Clover's?" He asked, looking questionably at Jackson, who could bring her in.

"No," Harley mumbled, protesting in fear again as Jackson pressed the needle against her skin, ready to stitch the tear shut. "I want you."