Title: Accidents Happen
Summary: He didn't remember why he couldn't hear, couldn't breathe, and why his vision was blurry.
A/N: written for an 'are you okay?' prompt sent in for Marcus from Clarke.
Marcus couldn't remember why he was flat on his back. He didn't remember why he couldn't hear, couldn't breathe, and why his vision was blurry. He tried sitting up, but the dizziness forced his head back to the ground as he fought the bile that rose in his throat.
The voice was faint. And he hardly recognized it as it sounded very far away and garbled at first. He concentrated harder as the question was repeated over and over. Finally, he could see the person. Blonde hair and blue eyes. Clarke.
"Are you okay?" she asked once more, trying to help him sit up slowly.
He blinked slowly. "Yeah. I think so. What happened?" He held onto her arm with one hand and pushed himself up with his other as she helped him to his feet.
Clarke kept her body against his as he wavered in place. Her hand moved to a cut on his cheek. "Sinclair said there was an explosion. You don't remember?"
He winced when she touched the cut. He frowned. "I remember walking toward the guard tower, and that's it. Is anyone else hurt?" He tried to move away from her and check on his people.
"Cuts and scrapes. Some bruises, but nothing Medical can't handle." She moved with him so that he could sit on the bumper of the humvee. "You need to let Mom patch you up. That's going to need stitches."
He nodded. "Soon as my world stops spinning." He smiled at her. "Thanks."
"No problem." She turned then and moved to help the other injured Arkadians.