Day Two
To their surprise and relief, Clarke slept through the night. It seemed that Octavia cuddling with her did the trick for the time being. It was Octavia who woke Clarke in the morning for the breakfast Raven had gotten them. Clarke however refused to eat, feeling nauseous at the thought of food.
“We got three out last night. We just need to get six more out today and tomorrow and we’ll be ready for day four. We’ll send three while the sun is up and three under cover of darkness.” Raven reported.
“Good. We need to stay on track.” Clarke agreed, moving toward the door. No one stopped her as she wandered around Arcadia. The sentinels followed her to guard her but they could all tell something was off and gave her space. She hardly noticed as the day passed around her as she wandered Arcadia stopping to stare out the gate, some part of her hoping to see green eyes and war paint.
‘Where is your protector now sky girl?’ Nia cackled in her mind.
“Gon we.” Go away. Clarke growled softly.
‘She left you here alone. She will never want you. No one will ever want you. You are the reason they die.’ Nia’s voice continued.
“Gon. We.” Clarke snarled angrily, shaking her head clear as memories from mount weather started to replay before her eyes.
‘Their screams still haunt you. The dead are hungry.’ Nia purred in her ear.
“Bants ai soulou!” Leave me alone! Clarke roared, unaware of the noise she was making as she gripped her daggers tightly in her palms.
“You are not real, your words have no weight. You cannot hurt me. Be gone.” Clarke continued angrily. Nia laughed but the voice disappeared.
“Clarke? You’re bleeding! You need to come back to the infirmary with me so I can see how bad it is!” Abby exclaimed, grabbing her arm. It was then that Clarke felt the burning pain across her palms as she realized she’d been squeezing her daggers blades.
“Get away! I’ll take care of it. You can’t not care one minute and then suddenly be worried the next!” Clarke snarled, pointing one of the small bloodied blades at her mother as she broke free of the grip on her arm.
“Sentinels! Kom ai!” To me! Clarke called out. From nowhere, four of her sentinels appeared and circled protectively around her, keeping Abby away.
“Raven.” Clarke mumbled feeling dizzy. They four quickly escorted her to the mechanic bay.
“Clarke? Shit you’re bleeding! What happened? What did you do?” Octavia demanded, pulling Clarke over to the desk where Raven was working and pushing her to sit on the stool Octavia had just risen from.
“Jynx! We need you!” Raven called. The dark haired grounder hurried over and gently coaxed Clarke into letting go of the blades and opening her hands. She gave the daggers to Octavia to deal with and examined Clarke’s hands.
“Ok. It’s ok. Just sit still.” Jynx told Clarke gently. The blonde nodded, still out of it.
“I need a bowl or basin or tray of some sort, let me grab the kit from the tent.” Jynx ordered, dashing back towards the tent. Raven found a metal bowl and set it next to Clarke as Jynx returned with a roll of leather. She unfurled it on the desk and looked quickly through the supplies, picking up a small flask of what looked like alcohol first.
“Clarke, take a drink of this first.” Jynx told her, opening the flask and holding it to her lips. Clarke did as she was told, relishing in the burn the drink left in its wake.
“Good girl. This is going to sting but you need to stay still. I’ll take care of you.” Jynx warned, waiting for another nod before continuing. When Clarke nodded, she poured more of the flask over the deep gashes on Clarke’s palms, relived that the daggers only had one edge and not two or they would’ve done horrible damage to the sky girls’ fingers. Clarke hissed as the burning but soft words from Jynx kept her still.
“This may sting too but not as badly, ok? Take another sip Clarke.” Jynx told her, holding the flask to Clarke’s lips again and praising her softly as she drained more of the amber liquid.
“Good. I’m going to start closing these.” Jynx warned, threading the needle. Clarke nodded and let her work as a warm haze washed over her senses from her stomach. She hardly felt the stitches as Jynx worked.
“There. Let me just wrap these and then we’re done ok? One more sip Clarke.” Jynx purred, letting Clarke drain the rest of the flask. When she was done, Jynx wrapped Clarke’s hands with a soft strip of gauze before slipping her hands into a thin pair of fingerless gloves.
“We’ll keep these on until tomorrow ok?” Jynx asked. Clarke nodded sluggishly. Jynx packed up the kit, tucking the empty flask away and tucked the roll of leather back into the tent before returning to Clarke.
“Good girl. Let’s get you to the corner. Riden, Clarke.” Sleep, Clarke. Jynx said firmly, lifting the smaller girl with ease and moving her over to the pillows. Jynx sat with her back against the wall, setting Clarke down so her head rested against one of the warriors thighs. She pulled the panther fur over Clarke and ran gentle fingers through her hair until she fell asleep.
“Wow. I haven’t seen anyone able to handle Clarke like that except Lexa and maybe Aden on a good day.” Raven whistled, amazed.
“Clarke is much like Heda was when Costia was taken. She just requires a soft but firm hand. The lost want direction, they just don’t know how to find it on their own. The alcohol helped but she was already out of it.” Jynx shrugged.
“Will she be ok?” Octavia asked, coming to sit with them.
“Sha. She just needs to sleep.” Jynx assured them. Octavia sat with Jynx and Clarke for a while before rising to clean and sharpen Clarke’s daggers. As the sun set Clarke began to squirm and whimper in her sleep, in clear discomfort.
“You’re ok… Shh…” Raven soothed, coming over to help. With their combined efforts, Clarke calmed and quieted again, Octavia coming over to curl up under the panther fur next to her. Jynx left the two alone, satisfied that Clarke would sleep through the night.
‘Just like Lexa. She just needs a warm body to tame her nightmares.’ Jynx smiled.