𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 || 𝐛. 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

IVY HAD GOTTEN CAUGHT ON HER WAY TO FIGURE OUT THE ACID FOG. Well, not caught necessarily, but another nurse had called her over to help her out with something. Ivy had nervously gone into a room with her, wondering if she was about to murder her or something, but they were just sorting medical supplies.

"Hey, can you bring these over to the cleaning station?" the woman — her name tag identified her as Olivia — asked the redheaded girl casually, handing her a stack of dirty rags that she had just picked up out of a tub at the entrance of the room.

Ivy nodded, kind of freaking out because she had no clue where the cleaning station was or how to ask without seeming like the biggest idiot there. She knew nothing about nursing, and she probably should have paid more attention when Clarke was talking about all of her medical stuff and healing people. "Yeah, I got it."

"Are you new here?" Olivia questioned, not paying attention to the girl really because she was busy doing her own thing. It was a good thing because she was unable to see the confusion and panic on the Bishop girl's face as she spun around around in circles, scanning the room for anything that had a sign or looked like a sink or shower or anything related to washing. "I haven't seen you before."

"Yeah, I, uh, I just transferred up," she responded, thinking fast on her feet, which was not something she was amazing at most of the time. When she got nervous, she usually went into fight mode and not thinking and problem solving mode. It was probably a bad thing and had caused her a lot of problems in the past, but it had also saved her a couple of times.

Olivia raised her eyebrows at her curiously, finally lifting her head up to stare at her. She seemed confused when she realized that Ivy had not done what she asked her to do yet. "From where?"

"Oh, you know, uh..." Ivy trailed off, as if that was an adequate answer to the question. She stood there, smiling like an idiot with the disgusting rags still in her hands, not quite sure what to do. Finally, she held them up and questioned, "Where is the cleaning station again? Sorry, I'm new."

"Over in the corner there." Olivia pointed to a basin where the two walls met, and Ivy cursed herself because that was so obviously the cleaning station it was not even funny that she missed it. She was really stupid sometimes. She headed over there and began cleaning the rags, allowing the water to seep through them so that the dirt landed on the metal below. She jumped when she suddenly heard an alarm, and she spun around to see Nurse Olivia's hand on a button on the wall. "You're not Roberts. You're one of them," she sneered, gesturing to the name tag on the girl's chest that she had forgotten to take off. Man, she was an idiot.