"Mom, can you hear me?" Clarke took a long and thin tube and opened her mom's mouth. "I need you to swallow this tube, okay?" She said, not expecting an answer.
Abby began choking as Clarke kept pushing the tube down her throat.
"Please let me do this. Okay. Give me the saline." Clarke looked up at Faye. "I told you to hold the funnel up high, okay? Good." Clarke said as she guided Faye's hands and poured in the saline. "Stand back."
Abby was choking and Clarke pulled out the tube once she had swallowed the saline. She turned her on her side just as Abby puked into a bowl. Clarke pushed all her hair away and let her lie on the floor.
"Doc, we ready to get back to work?" McCreary asked, walking into the gas station. He saw the three girls over Abby's body and stopped. "How the hell did you get here?"
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"Play it just before midnight. As close as you can get." Clarke instructed. "Play it forward." All the prisoners watched the screen glitch for a second.
"A 24-hour loop. Clever."
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to see my--" Clarke began.
"How long do we have?" McCreary asked.
"Assuming they left this morning, six days, maybe seven." Clarke told him.
"Override the loop. I want to know where the hell they are." McCreary said.
"Brother, it took me ten minutes to find rewind." The man at the screen said.
McCreary began coughing and the others followed. They were all pale and sweaty.
"They're sick." Faye said, looking at Clarke.
"That's why you took my mom with you from Polis." Clarke looked back at McCreary. "Why you helped us open the bunker."
"Yes, and now that you're back, she might actually do her job. Take these to the doc." McCreary tossed a bottle of pills to a guard. "If she's still out, force a few of them down her throat. Let's get our functional junkie functioning again."
"Wait." Clarke said. "Junkie?' She asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry to break it to you." McCreary said with fake sympathy.
"She just overdosed. If you give her more now, she could die." Clarke explained.
"Well, then we have a problem. I tell you what. You pumped her stomach, so, obviously, you have some skills. I'll give you 24 hours to get her operating again. Once she's back on her feet, if she still won't cure us...well, I guess you both get to watch your daughters die. And every hour you waste past the time limit, is another shock she gets from the collar."
Clarke turned and neither of them expected to have one of the guards grab Faye and punch her in the stomach. A second guard put a shock collar on her neck.
"Stop." Clarke went to charge them but McCreary held her back by the arm.
"24 hours."
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"She's awake." Madi said.
Clarke stepped away from Faye, who jumped off the table. "Sorry." Clarke put down the tools she was using to get the collar off.
"It's fine."
"Mom?" Clarke ran to Abby's side.
"Clarke?"
"Hi?" Clarke smiled at her.
"How..."
"Mom, no. Hey. Hey." Clarke tried to keep her mom awake.
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Atlantis
Fanfiction"I'm sorry, I just can't pretend to be something like that." "But you are something. You are Worheda." Faye kom Trikru will have to put her past behind her to save her future and people.
