( steve harrington texts her some variety of hey can you meet us in the infirmary? to which clarke immediately responds with what did you DO? and the follow-up of be right there. and now it's, what, ten to fifteen minutes later? did someone call for a doctor? if so, be prepared to be spectacularly disappointed, she never finished her medical training, but you probably won't die.
the infirmary doors open with the intensity of someone shoving through expecting to find themselves intrenched in a battlefield triage zone. and, one look at eddie, it's not entirely not that. clarke can see and smell the blood, and after a moments pause while the double doors swing behind her, a weird sort of calm takes over. right, so they're doing this.
drawing closer to the pair of them, she offers steve a perfunctory — ) Hi. ( the sort of greeting between two people who've met, one let the other get knuckles deep in their insides, and later they shrugged awkwardly at each other over a fire and rum. then for eddie, a softer and more careful — )
Hello. ( this a greeting between strangers, where one's obviously wounded and the other wants to find the source of the bleed. a measure of trust by virtue of steve harrington's presence, and a slightly manufactured small smile around her mouth. ) We obviously haven't met but, I'm Clarke. And... you look like you could use a bandaid.
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the infirmary doors open with the intensity of someone shoving through expecting to find themselves intrenched in a battlefield triage zone. and, one look at eddie, it's not entirely not that. clarke can see and smell the blood, and after a moments pause while the double doors swing behind her, a weird sort of calm takes over. right, so they're doing this.
drawing closer to the pair of them, she offers steve a perfunctory — ) Hi. ( the sort of greeting between two people who've met, one let the other get knuckles deep in their insides, and later they shrugged awkwardly at each other over a fire and rum. then for eddie, a softer and more careful — )
Hello. ( this a greeting between strangers, where one's obviously wounded and the other wants to find the source of the bleed. a measure of trust by virtue of steve harrington's presence, and a slightly manufactured small smile around her mouth. ) We obviously haven't met but, I'm Clarke. And... you look like you could use a bandaid.