Rook {B.B} (3)

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Perverse Instantiation Part Two (16,1)

Bellamy and Murphy had apparently planned for the rest of their group to join them shortly through the stairs by the elevator, and just for the additional precaution of their arrival, the two went to check that all of A.L.I.E's people were securely tied somewhere or unconscious.

While the two left, Loukas scrounged the throne room for supplies to help cure Tyra, leaving the Natblida herself upon a piece of debris that had been typically used as a table, the same place where Lexa's body had surely laid at some point.

"Here. Bite this," Loukas handed Tyra a dirtied piece of wood, her teeth immediately clamping down around it while she tried to keep her tongue still, so she wouldn't end up tasting it.

Loukas cut up her dress around the mid-section, fully exposing her bleeding hole that extended towards the side thanks to Ontari. Blood spewing by the litre.

"This is going to hurt." Tyra nodded as a sign for him to go on. He grabbed forceps from Abby's medical kit she had been using to torture them beforehand, dabbing at the wound to try to absorb as much blood as possible before he dug inside.

Tyra screamed out in pain while she felt the cold metal forceps dig through her muscles and organs as Loukas attempted to find the bullet hidden in her insides. Though her screams were muffled by the wooden piece, it did little to stop the pained tears desperately leaking from her eyes.

After what seemed like an eternity to Tyra, and Loukas who had to tolerate her squirming and screaming, he finally pulled the bullet dripping in black out for her to see.

"Done," Loukas dropped the bullet to the side while he removed the wood from Tyra's mouth, who immediately spat out to the side.

"I can't make a fire to seal the wound, though. I don't know how to stop the bleeding."

"Hand me the wire." Loukas obeyed to her instructions, handing her a spare piece of coiled wire Jaha had thought to use as a noose before opting for a rope which would be significantly more practical.

"What are you going to do?" Tyra pushed herself on her forearms, pinching at the edges of her wound with one hand while she held the wire with the other. Her face scrunching up in pain as she did so.

"I've seen Skaikru do this multiple times. They pull the wound shut with wire." Tyra took one last deep breath, focusing on steadying her hands before she inserted the wire into her skin, pushing it between the pinched amounts of flesh.

She repeated the process at least three times, with pained tears leaking out as she rather kept her grunts in check, seeing as she didn't want to bother the sobbing reunion of the mother-daughter duo behind the two. That was until Loukas finally took pity on her and did the rest of the wound himself.

Just as Loukas twisted the two ends together of the wire, the skin now sewed shut with the metal, the door burst open, gathering all of their attentions.

In came Bellamy, Murphy and the person Tyra hoped the most that she could cut his head off. Pike.

Bellamy didn't walk three steps in before he had raised his gun in Clarke and Abby's direction, the daughter throwing herself in front of Abby's sobbing body.

"Hey, no. It's ok. I used the EMP. She's back."

"Well, what about Ontari?" Murphy pointed at the practically dead body of Ontari, the rags of her clothing tied to her head to stop the bleeding. Though it seemed to be doing little to help.

"Thought you said we had one shot with that thing."

"I told you, Ontari's no longer an option for the flame. She's brain-dead. Is the floor secure?" Bellamy nodded, taking slow steps to the side to go and help Loukas as he aided Tyra in sliding off the concrete slab.