Clarke worked quickly, wiping your forehead with a damp cloth as she checked over the supplies. “She’s alive,” she said, voice steady despite the situation. “But she’s in shock. We need to stabilize her first.”

Bellamy stood by your side, his hand hovering just above yours, eyes filled with fear. “Stay with us, please,” he whispered, his voice trembling.

Jasper, Finn, Octavia, and Monty stood nearby, their faces full of concern but silent, each of them watching helplessly. Monty was the first to speak, voice barely above a whisper. “Is she going to be okay?”

Clarke glanced up, determination in her eyes. “She’s strong,” she replied, “but we need to keep her stable. We’re not out of the woods yet.”

Octavia moved closer, her usual confidence replaced with worry. “She’s going to pull through. She has to.”

Bellamy crouched beside you, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I’m here,” he said softly, his voice cracking. “I’m not going anywhere.”

After a long moment, your eyelids fluttered open, just a crack. Bellamy’s breath caught in his chest. “You’re okay,” he whispered, his thumb brushing the bruise on your neck.

Your eyes met his, weak but filled with recognition, and Bellamy gently cupped your face. “You’re not alone,” he murmured, his voice full of relief and love.