“At least you'll get a cool scar, hm?" Raven spoke, a light laugh escaping from her parted lips. You tried to laugh too, you really did, but it just turned into a wince, her hand was gripping yours tightly, her thumb rubbing comfortingly on the back of your hand.

Clarke was on the other side of you on the bed you were in, tending to your wounds, making sure they wouldn't get infected. You got said wounds from straying to deep into grounder territory and getting an arrow to the shoulder. It wasn't intended to kill, but it was definitely a warning.