Clarke didn't trust herself right now, with addressing Bellamy's wound. She was in rough shape herself, and if she missed something vital...and he died, well she'd never be able to forgive herself. It was her fault he was in this mess at all. Bellamy had been so determined to save her from that Grounder. Not only had he not been able to, he'd gotten pretty badly injured for his trouble. This was all her fault, and she wasn't going to screw it up now.
She closed the message and focused her attention on him again. "Someone will come, they'll be able to help." She said, wishing she felt as confident as she sounded. "Bellamy, you're going to be alright." In the meantime, she could at least do as he asked and see if she could slow the bleeding if she couldn't stop it. She'd done that many times before, surely she wouldn't mess it up now.
Clarke took a deep breath and moved to assess the damage, it was hard to see through the blood. She tore her shirt and used some kind of branch or something to make a touriquet. That should help until someone got there. She finally looked into his eyes, worried she was causing him even more pain. "Sorry.." She started to say, but she was interrupted by another voice.
Clarke turned her attention to the other girl. "He's hurt...his leg, it's bad." She couldn't explain to her that they'd gone home for months and then appeared right back here. It even sounded crazy in her head. She was just hoping this person might be able to help. "We need to get him to a medical center...I think I slowed the bleeding but he's not going to be able to walk."