UnderStanding (Clexa)

Chapter Twenty-One

The Ark – The truth

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"Jackson grab me another bag." Abby is frantic but determined, her eyes never once leaving her daughter. Clarke is pale, ghostly pale and she's been fading in and out of consciousness even with the sedatives she was given.

"It's the last one, Abby, this isn't working." His words are soft but his eyes display his worry as he watches her try and close another wound yet again.

"It has to work," she breathes out, eyes finally leaving Clarke to look at him as he replaces the now empty bag of blood. "Why aren't they staying closed?" She was muttering softly to herself now, trying to wrap her mind around this. Nothing in her medical training, or in her years of experience has prepared her for this.

Octavia however, is happy to answer her question, "Because it's not your medical know-how that will save her! She needs Leksa!" Her eyes are wild as she stops her pacing and fixes her glare to the woman, whose hands and shirt are covered in her daughter's blood. "Look at yourself, Abby."

Abby glances down at her self, her hands now shaking in her worry and nervousness. "There has to be a rational explanation to this."

Octavia throws her hands up in the air, beyond irritated, "Jackson," she fires his name at him and throws her arm in the air pointing at the whimpering blonde on the table, "is this working?"

For his part, Jackson swallows and takes a nervous glance to Abby before lowering his eyes and shaking his head, "No." It is that soft but firm response that has Abby looking up and watching her right hand assistant. "We're going to lose her if we keep this up."

Octavia then advances on Abby, standing right next to her, "Is your pride and arrogance worth your daughter's life?"

Abby swallows hard, even as tears fill her eyes and begin tracking down her face. The tense moment is interrupted as the medical bay doors open and Marcus comes rushing back in. He freezes halfway inside the room as he takes in the sight. Clarke is deathly pale, blood coating her torso and sides, blood soaked bandages wrapped around her arms and Abby with despair and blood all over her hands and shirt.

"Abby, enough is enough. Regardless of what you think or believe, what have you got to lose at this point? Please, let me send for Lexa." He's barely finished his sentence but Abby is already shaking her head, tears streaming down her face.

"She'll only betray her anyway," she whispers, hands shaking and grabbing for another piece of thread to try and stitch her daughter even though her efforts have proven useless.

Marcus stills, "Is that what this is about? Abby, Callie..." he starts but is interrupted by another wail from Clarke, her voice coming out dry and rough.

"That's it, I've had enough of this bullshit! I'm going to get Leksa and so help me Abby if you try to stop me I will kill you." Octavia threatens and heads for the door. It opens and two guards step into her path, but she is expecting as much as she easily takes out the closest guards knee and gets behind him, holding his back to her front as a shield from the shock rod the other guard strikes with. He doesn't use it long as he is hit from behind and falls to the ground, a smirking Raven standing behind him holding a metal wrench.

"Raven," Octavia smiles, knocking her guard unconscious and dropping him. "How did you know?"

"Besides hearing Clarke everywhere in this tin can, I have the place rigged with cameras." She shrugs and steps into the medical bay shaking her head. "Go get Lexa," she says to Octavia without facing her and hears her take off. "Abby...what are you doing?"