[ Forehead creased and eyebrows furrowed, Clarke tried to keep swallowing down her fretting and concern over Lexa's condition, which the long trek only made worse. By the time they arrived to the cave, Clarke could no longer hold back her concern. ]

Sit down. [ She left little room for arguing, flat out ignoring everything else as she grabbed for her kit to patch Lexa back up. Again. ]

You're going to lay down and sleep while I try to see if I can get in contact with anyone with the walkie. It probably won't work but it's worth a shot.