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“I’m Dee,” the cleric answered. “And I’ve seen a lot worse.” She knelt on the ground beside Bellamy, her eyes on the wound in his thigh. She pulled cloth from the gash as gingerly as she could, working for a better view, plucking fibers from damaged flesh as she went. The cut went deep. “There’s no time or need for a medical center,” she said. Though her hands remained on Bellamy, Dee’s words were directed to Clarke. Dee knew well the fear and discomfort that came from seeing injured friends and being unable to help; she would do all in her power to lessen that anxiety. “I’ll heal it here and they can check him out after.”
She turned to Bellamy then. Grim determination shone in her eyes. She thought of Hannah’s compound fracture, of her nearly severed arm dangling almost comically. She had handled that. By comparison, this was a walk in the park. “Lie down and hold tight. This is going to hurt.”