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Despite having never been tortured before, Amelia immediately tensed up when he walked towards her again and knew it couldn't be anything good. Especially seeing as he had something other than the blade in his hands. Gritting her teeth she tried not to give a reaction to his words or show fear, though her heart felt like it wanted to pound a mile a minute. She didn't get the chance to say anything in response, nor would it have mattered as she wasn't too inclined to help. Not when there first thought was capture and torment, but then again that might have been hypocritical thinking since she was sure her people would do similar things to a stranger. Wincing slightly as he pulled her hair, Amelia felt her anxiety grow. That was probably the worst thing for her and only made her situation worse as the cloth was placed over her face and then water pouring out over top of that. Despite not being able to really move, her body thrashed in response to the lack of air and feeling that she was going to drown to death. Just that small amount of time was enough to leave her aching from trying to move. On top of that she was pretty sure her end was near. When the water stopped, Amelia didn't see that as a good thing. Especially since he went on to cover both her mouth and nose to keep her from breathing. Unable to move, and with no way to stop it, she barley had time to let her life flash before her eyes before the darkness had threatened to take over. It didn't quite give her the release of blacking out because he pulled away before that could happen. Her head jerked forward as she coughed uncontrollably and water poured out of her mouth in small amounts at a time. It took a few moments for her to gather herself, let alone have the questions sink in or give a response. I wouldn't know. I don't exactly know everybody, she said with a slight growl. His second question was not even something she comprehended. While she had heard stories of the first commander and how things came to be, Amelia was pretty certain she didn't have an appeasing answer for him even if she wanted to be helpful. Even if I knew what you were talking about, I wouldn't tell you. Despite her words, her confidence was already shaken a bit. -- Clarke honestly couldn't have even have taken a guess as to how long it was before they arrived at the camp. Any amount of time felt like too much to her as she worried about the fact that he could very likely die before they get there. It didn't help that she wasn't strong enough to carry him and could barely manage to keep him upright while walking. It was one of the most difficult things she had ever done, yet it was the only thing she was wanting to do and get him back to save his life. When they did arrive, and two of the guys helped take him into the dropship, Clarke couldn't have looked more shaken up and like a mess. The blonde was completely soaked in blood and honestly couldn't even begin to think straight yet she needed to since she was the one that knew the most when it came to medicine and medical attention. She was likely the only one who could help save Ryan and she had to or else she didn't know what she would do. The two guys took him into the dropship and set him up on one of the tables. Clarke carefully removed the strip while having others round up any medicine there was. Unfortunately there wasn't a whole lot in the way of what would help his wound. There was some things to help with infection and even bandages but not much else. Despite all of the commotion going on around her, Clarke's sole attention was focused on the wound as she worried about stopping the bleeding. Her heart sank at the mention of him not breathing but she refused to let him die like this. Even if he had saved her life she couldn't accept the fact that he might die, or might even already be. Stubbornly she tried mouth to mouth resuscitation, along with trying to keep his heart beating, seeing as she unfortunately didn't have the proper equipment to try and shock his heart back into beating again. Don't you dare give up, she whispered softly while her mind frantically worked out a way to get him stable and out of critical condition.