𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐭︱raven reyes, book 1

xviii. who are we

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THE HEAVY SUPPORT JUNE WAS OFFERING TO OCTAVIA WEIGHED HER SIDE DOWN BUT SHE HELD A DETERMINED EXPRESSION. Jasper was in front of them, in the lead, while Bellamy was carrying Finn who had passed out long ago from the pain. The handle of the knife stuck out prominently, surrounded by blood that soaked through fast. Too fast to be considered safe, but having a knife digging in your chest was never considered safe. At the sight of the dropship's gate, June breathed in relief, glad they weren't out of time any longer.

"Clarke!" Jasper shouted as he stumbled through the gate, holding it open for the rest. "Where's Clarke?! Get Clarke now!"

June picked up her pace, keeping her steps steady to keep Octavia balanced. The crowd beginning to circle them, shocked to see their state, had Clarke moving through them from the summoning. June could see her friend's face fall, her eyes become wide and her jaw drop at the sight. "Finn? Oh my god. Oh, oh my god." She shoved her way past June and Octavia, her words falling to a whimper as she pressed two fingers to his neck to check for a pulse. "He's alive."

The two words had June letting out a soft sigh of relief. Finn was alive, for now. "Bellamy wouldn't let me take the knife out," Jasper notified Clarke.

"No, that was a good call," Clarke confirmed but panicking as she gestured behind her. "Get him in the dropship, now. Go!" A small group of males surrounded Bellamy, taking over in carrying the injured male together and carrying him to the direction of the dropship.

June gently tugged on Octavia's arm over her shoulder. "Come on, we should get you there too so Clarke can look at your leg," she tried to insist.

For a moment Octavia allowed herself to be led away before she was shaking her head and pulling her arm away. Clarke, who had finished desperately talking to Raven about the radio, sent her a quick concerned look. "Hey, you okay?" She checked, noticing Octavia's limp as she pulled away from June.

"Yeah," Octavia mumbled weakly, waving both Clarke and June away. "Yeah. Just go."

Clarke hadn't needed to be told twice. To June's surprise, she grabbed onto the sleeve of her jacket before tugging her along. June felt like they were kids again, without the fear, as her wrist was tugged and she ran to keep up. Back in The Ark, where she, Clarke and Wells were a trio, it was common to be pulled from one quarter to another. But that was in space when Wells was alive, and they weren't under a constant threat. Now, June was here, in the dropship, where Finn laid on top of a flat metal table, fighting death.

It doesn't take long for everything to become worse. The sky above them becomes a very dark gray, and soon, rain pours over them in heavy showers. June could hear lightning and thunder booming and flashing just outside, leaving it too unsafe to be outside. To shelter themselves, every delinquent was ordered inside. Besides the weather noises, June could hear Raven in the back of the dropship, speaking into her radio and desperately trying to get it to work.