Prisoner 83 | the 100

chapter thirty-four

"I need saline and a pressure dressing," the Head Doctor announced as she continued to look over her daughter's injuries.

Jackson nodded, leaving the room after saying, "I'm on it."

Once the mother and daughter were alone, Abby muttered, "Okay, honey." The teenager's wounds were not life threatening, which was a good sign. But she had lost a lot of blood from the gunshot wound and her other injuries had to be cleaned soon before they got infected.

As the doctor turned to look at the young blonde, she noticed that Clarke was conscious. "I saw your ship crash," her daughter said in between breaths.

"I wasn't on it," Abby explained. She continued to reassure the eighteen year-old, whispering as she cooed, "I'm right here."

Clarke had just let out a breath of relief and exhaustion as another blonde entered the medical center. Jackson followed after with the saline and dressings while Major Byrne awkwardly tried to apologize, "Is she alright?"

Because the female officer had given the order to shoot any Grounders on sight, Clarke had been mistaken for one and was shot in the arm. She felt guilty, but even Abby knew it was an honest mistake.

"She will be." That didn't mean that the doctor was not going to be a little upset over the fact that her daughter was shot by one of their own.

Major Byrne's apology was fast, "I'm sorry, ma'am. We had no idea who she was." She stepped further into the tent, this time addressing Clarke, "Where have you been?"

The doctor said the guard's name in a warning tone, but that did not stop Clarke from weakly answering, "Mount Weather."

"The Grounders took you to Mount Weather?"

Clarke began to sit up, groaning in pain as she did so. "No, the mountain men. We have to get them out."

"We're not doing this right now," Abby said, placing a hand on her daughter's shoulder to keep her from moving even more.

Major Byrne nodded, "Yes, ma'am." She hesitantly exited the tent, still greedy for intel on whoever these mountain men were.

The medic gave her coworker a look, silently asking him to exit as well. Jackson got the hint and left, shooting his boss a look of his own. Abby sighed in response, knowing that the male wanted her to tell her daughter about what had happened just days ago. Jackson thought it was only fair that Clarke knew that she had a sister. But because Abby was their mother, Jackson was going to let her decide when the time was right to break the news. "Clarke," she finally said, trying to get her daughter to lay back down.

But the blonde refused to move, at least until she got answers. "Mom, did anyone else make it here?"

"Yes, six of you did."

Clarke still wasn't satisfied. She had to know who made it back. "Finn and Bellamy?" When Abby nodded, the blonde began to sob. "I thought they were dead. I thought you were dead. . ." She let out a strangled sob, her head falling into her hands as she repeated, "I thought you were dead."

The mother grabbed her daughter's head, saying, "Not me. I'm right here." Abby kissed the blonde's dirt-covered forehead and pulled her into her arms.

She held the eighteen year-old until she fell asleep, not leaving her side until Jackson entered the room almost two hours later. "Jackson," she greeted, knowing that the conversation they were about to have would be an important one. As the doctor stood up, she glanced at her daughter to make sure she was still sleeping. Abby then asked, "Do you mind if we do this outside?"

The male doctor nodded, letting Abby lead the way as they exited the tent. "Did you tell her?" He finally asked. They were stood right in the doorway of the tent so that Abby could be close enough to Clarke if she woke up.