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Panic.

Autumn's first reaction was to panic; and that's exactly what she did. Tate let out a sharp breath as Simmons ripped the knife from Tate. Tate stumbled backwards, running into Autumn before his knees buckled.

Autumn attempted to keep him on his feet, but ended up lowering him to the ground. She held onto Tate, his head resting against her shoulder.

"No no no," she repeated over and over. Resting her hand over the wound, she was terrified to find it soaked in blood. Simmons clutched the counter top for support, catching his breath before standing by Joseph.

"Are you alright?" Joseph questioned.

"Took you long enough to get here," Simmons spat out some blood onto the ground.

"I was calling in for more backup," Joseph sneered.

"We don't need them anymore," Simmons rolled his eyes. "Kyra's not going to be happy. Go see if she's awake yet."

"What do we do with them?" Joseph asked. Autumn could barely see anything, her eyes filled to the brim with tears.

"He's as good as dead. Probably has twenty minutes or so before he bleeds out."

"That's enough time for something to happen," Joseph warned, reaching into his holster to force out a gun.

"Then take them out." Joseph pointed the barrel of the gun at Autumn's head. Tate tried to shield her, but moving proved to be too difficult.

"I love you," Autumn whispered, gripping Tate's hand. Joseph took the gun off safety.

"Please, don't hurt her," Tate whimpered.

"If only your father could see you now. Begging at our feet," Simmons teased.

"Say goodbye." A cord wrapped itself around Joseph's neck. He dropped the gun, clawing at it as he staggered backwards. His head was forced into the wall several times before eventually he crumbled.

Clarke stood behind him. "Goodbye," she said with a smirk.

Simmons leapt for the gun, Autumn kicking it out of his reach and to Clarke. She charged forward, sliding on her knees to the gun. Simmons chased after it as well. Clarke snatched the gun off the ground, setting the barrel against his head.

"You made a very big mistake," Clarke growled.

"Keeping you alive?" Simmons kicked the gun from Clarke's hands; it clattered to the ground. He sent his foot into Clarke's stomach. She returned with a fist to cheek, followed by one to the jaw.

Simmons blocked two more of Clarke's hits with his arms before she managed a jab at his nose. He wobbled backwards, clutching his face. Blood poured from his nose.

Simmons didn't take time to recover. He reached for the nearest, which was a lamp. Chucking it at Clarke, she covered her face with her hands as it broke against her. Simmons grabbed a stool from the breakfast bar and smashed it against Clarke's back.

She flew onto her stomach, which Simmons kicked. Clarke grunted but kept crawling forward.

"What was my very big mistake? Following Kyra?" He kicked her again. "Not letting the council control me." He repeated the action. Clarke outstretched her hand as far as she could, latching onto a fire iron. In one quick motion, she turned around and swiped it at him.

The fire iron made contact with his neck. Clarke took the tiny distraction to her advantage. She leapt up, sending both of her legs into his gut. Simmons flew into the wall, withering to the floor. Clarke swept the gun off the ground, pointing it at him.

"Hurting my brother."

"Clarke," Tate called, out of breath. "We don't kill." Clarke hesitated, catching her breath as she stood over Simmons. He bore a cocky smile.

"We do now." Clarke fired, sending two bullets into Simmons. One bullet pierced his heart, the other his lower right abdomen (Autumn guess that's where his saranet organ was). Clarke was frozen.

She hovered over Simmons, catching her breath, watching as he slowly succumbed to death. Her hand was shaking; Autumn, and well everyone, had always seen Clarke as cold hearted.

Maybe she wasn't.

Tate coughed, snapping Clarke out of whatever trance she was in. She kneeled down next to him, setting the gun on safety before hiding it under her shirt.

"Let me see," she said, knocking his hands away from the wound. Tate fought her at first. "Hey!" She shouted. "Let me see." He bobbed his head slightly, removing his hands. Clarke lifted up his shirt, his entire lower torso stained with blood. "Getting kind of chubby aren't you?"

Clarke laughed, attempting to lighten the mood. Tate was the farthest thing from out of shape; his visible abs would agree. Clarke got up, rummaged through the kitchen, and returned with a rag.

The sirens of a fire truck could be heard roaring in the distance.

"We have to go." Clarke latched onto Tate's arm, Autumn wriggling out from under him before she grabbed his other arm. The two helped lift Tate off the ground. He moaned in pain as they did.

They wrapped his arms around there shoulders.

"I found the ladder. The cars under it," Clarke informed as they started down the hall. Tate struggled to keep up with their rushed pace. His legs gave out and he fell, taking Autumn down with him.

"Are you alright?" Autumn questioned, helping Tate lean up against the wall.

"You guys have to go without me." Tate was exhausted. The small walk down the hall had worn him out, Tate panting like a dog in the heat.

"Shut up," Clarke ripped Tate to his feet.

"We know I'm not going to make it," Tate argued.

"We're not leaving you!" Clarke shouted as Autumn rose to her feet. They resumed their positions on Tate's sides, his arms around them. They stepped into the room and Clarke lead them to the bedroom window. "Autumn, you go first."

Autumn climbed out of the window, assisting Tate as he started to. Tate still used Clarke for support, Autumn shuffling down the steps in front of them to help he needed it. They reached the final ladder.

Autumn climbed down it, jumping at the end due to the slight gap between the ladder and the ground. She face planted against the gravel.

"God, why can't I do anything cool?" She muttered to herself as she jumped to her feet. Tate came down the ladder next, he took the longest. At first, he tried holding onto his wound and climbing down with one hand; he wasn't strong enough.

Blood dripped onto the ground below as he used both his hands to come down the ladder. He spread blood onto the handle of the ladder as he moved. Reaching the final rung, Autumn jumped on her tip toes to assist him. He landed on his feet.

Tate was stabbed and bleeding out and he could still hop off the ladder and manage to refrain from smashing on his face.

Clarke ascended down the ladder; she would wipe the rung below her clean before using it. Clarke also landed on her feet when she hit the ground.

The two helped Tate into the backseat of the car, laying him out across it. Shutting the door, Autumn turned to Clarke.

"How bad is it?" She questioned.

"He's going to be fine, he-"

"Clarke!" She interrupted him. "I'm not a baby. How bad is it?" Clarke bit her lip.

"Bad," the words burned in her throat. "He was probably thirty minutes until he bleeds out."

"How far away are we from home?" Autumn felt odd calling it 'home' but she said no idea what else to say.

"An hour." The fire engine began pulling into the complex. "We have to go." Clarke raced to the driver seat while Autumn got into the back with Tate, lifting up his head before resting it in her lap. She tossed her bag, which was still on her back, into the trunk.

Clarke took off, speeding out of the complex and down the street. She tossed back the rag she had in her hand. Autumn set it over his wound, forcing Tate's hand against it. One of his hands was clutching his wound, while the other was interlocked with Autumn's.

Every bump or sharp turn they'd make, Tate would hiss is pain and squeeze the life out of Autumn's hand. She tried to keep his mind off of the pain. Autumn began telling a story about one of the rude customers she had to deal with at her new job.

She would question Tate every few seconds to make sure he was paying attention. The further she got into the story, the less he responded. His grip was loosening and it was clear he was struggling to keep his eyes open.

Something slammed into the back, the car jolting forward. Autumn was thrown into the back of the driver seat before she fell onto the floor. She managed to keep a hand on Tate to prevent him from joining her on the ground.

He shouted from the pain caused by the sudden movement.

"It's them," Clarke warned as she increased her speed. She had been trying not to call too much attention to herself, but now she had no choice. Something smashed through the back window. "Get down!"

"Oh my god were going to die," Autumn began to freak out. "There shooting at us! They're going to catch up and then what will we do because they'll just kill us-"

"Autumn!" Clarke shouted at the top of her lungs. "I know you're stronger than this. Put that weak, terrified, Autumn away and let me see the one that saved Tate and I in the store. The one that got shot because of her courage."

Autumn dug her nails into the nearest seat. More shots fired, the car swerving around wildly. She looked to Tate. Blood snuck out of the corner of his mouth, dripping down his face and onto the seat. She glanced at Clarke. Clarke peered at her brother with worried eyes before returning her attention to the road.

Autumn had spent the last few months crying, being knocked down and beaten up. It was time for her to do something.

She crawled into the passenger seat.

"What can I do?" Clarke grinned.

"Take the wheel." Autumn did as she was told, taking the wheel. She felt like she was driving in an obstacle course. She weaved in and out of cars, having to drive in the other lane occasionally.

Clarke forced out the gun she had taken from Joseph. Rolling down the window, foot still on the gas, she leaned out and began shooting at the car behind them. The SUV behind them swerved, not expecting Clarke to shoot.

The SUV drove past two cars before getting behind there's. They rammed into the back again, forcing Autumn to smash into a Ford Focus in front of them. The Ford Focus jolted to the right, smashing into that car and causing an accident.

Autumn looked over her shoulder, staring at the accident to make sure the other drivers were alright. Clarke managed to shoot one of the SUV's tires. They jerked the car hard to the right, flipping over and smashing onto the payment.

Autumn returned her attention to the road. She had drifted into the other lane, a huge semi heading in her direction. She yanked at the wheel, cutting off a car as she got back into the right lane.

The sudden movement caused Clarke's foot to slip off the gas. She smashed against the side of the car. She wrapped her foot around the wheel, slowly slipping.

"Autumn!" She cried out as her head neared the street. Autumn clutched her leg, scooting herself closer and reaching out for Clarke.

"Give me your hand!" Clarke hesitated, falling further.

"Please don't drop me," Clarke begged as she reached for Autumns hand. Autumn used all of her energy to pull Clarke back inside. The car had slowed down due to Clarke removing her foot from the gas. She slammed her foot down on the pedal and began driving again. ". . . Thanks."

"That was pretty cool, huh?"

"Tate, are you alright?" Clarke shouted, adjusting the mirror so she could better see him.

"Y...yeah," he replied in between wheezing. Autumn returned to her spot in the back seat with Tate.

"This is weird, huh?"

"What?" Tate asked.

"A few months ago you were the one holding me, saying everything was going to be okay." Tate tried to laugh, but it only came out as a sharp breath. Clarke drove as fast as she could, weaving in and out of people as she did.

At one point, they reached a dirt road. Autumn knew she shouldn't see where they were going. It was too dangerous for her to know. Refusing to look up, Autumn never tore her gaze away from Tate.

"I-I," Tate began to speak.

"Save your strength," Autumn moved a few unruly pieces of hair that sweat had stuck to his forehead. The pavement they drove on changed. Once Clarke threw the car into park, Autumn knew they were there.

"I love you," Tate whispered as Clarke leapt from the car and threw open the door.

"Hey Clarke, how was it?" A familiar voice questioned. Autumn shuffled out from under Tate and got out of the car. "Autumn?" She glanced over her shoulder at David. He held a clipboard in his hand, tapping a pencil against the paper on it. "What are you doing here?"

Clarke helped Tate sit up before assisting him from the car.

"Tate?" David spotted the blood, his eyes wide. "Oh god."

"Tell Ezra," Clarke instructed as she shut the door. David was frozen, standing there watching. "Now!" He dropped his clipboard and pencil, sprinting off.

"Clarke," Tate whined.

"We're almost there." Tate wrapped his arms around Clarke and Autumn, the two of them escorting him from the garage and down the hall. At the sight of Tate, the halls emptied. The residents parted ways, Tate leaving a trail of blood.

"Autumn?" Cade wondered aloud. "Tate!" Cade followed them to Ezra's. "What happened?" Ezra opened his door the same time they entered the hall.

"What happened?" He questioned, David at his side, as Ezra forced on a lab coat.

"Stabbed," Clarke informed.

"Follow me." Ezra led them down the hall, somewhere where Autumn had never been. The final room, four doors down from his, he entered. Stepping inside, Autumn was surprised to discover an operating room.

Tate let go of Autumn, Clarke and David helping him sit down on the table in the center of the room. Cabinets and drawers covered the back wall, while a cluster of computers and different machines sat along the other walls.

Ezra threw open a cabinet, putting on gloves. He turned to Tate, helping him remove his shirt before lying him down.

Ezra barked orders, Clarke and David running around to collect the materials he required. Ezra began setting up an oxygen mask. Tate's eyes found Autumn's and for a split second everything felt like it was going to be alright.

And then his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

"We're losing him."