[His grip on her is iron, even when he tries to push her hand from his stomach.] Stop, heal yourself - [He coughs on her this time in interruption, spitting up blood on her arm and the bottom of her shirt.]
Fuck, Clarke - yourself first. [His tone is both angry and weak at once, but any further argument dies in his throat as it closes up and more blood drips down his chin. But if she doesn't get herself first, she could die, and then he'll die and it just makes sense, and he's in too much pain to be stop being frustrated that she won't listen.]
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Fuck, Clarke - yourself first. [His tone is both angry and weak at once, but any further argument dies in his throat as it closes up and more blood drips down his chin. But if she doesn't get herself first, she could die, and then he'll die and it just makes sense, and he's in too much pain to be stop being frustrated that she won't listen.]
[Clarke can't die. That's his biggest thought.]