Warrior ‣ Bellamy Blake

Fifty-Two

Sorry. This was a long time coming. Also, just a disclaimer: PLEASE OH PLEASE do not think I am adding things to make my character interesting. EVERYTHING THAT IS BEING WRITTEN HAPPENS FOR A REASON. There is a method to my madness.

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Clarke brought Aella into Becca's lab and Abby immediately stood on edge, seeing how awful the girl was looking. She was sweaty, pale, and tears stained her cheeks.

"Get her on the table as carefully as you can," Abby ordered, pointing to a metal table on wheels. "On her stomach, of course."

Clarke did so and then looked around cautiously, asking, "What's up with Raven?"

"Seizure," she explained. "There's quite a lot of medical cases coming up now."

"They'll only increase when the radiation gets stronger."

"You can, uh, look around if you want. I'm sure Jackson is more than willing to give a tour. I'll handle Aella."

Clarke nodded and set down her bag, following Jackson around the facility. There were many floors and the labs looked pristine, untouched by the world and by humanity until now.

"What about you, Archer?" Abby asked. "Anything you want to do in the meantime?"

"What's gonna happen to Aella?" Archer asked meekly, anxiously twiddling his thumbs.

"She's strong," she said. "She'll pull through, no matter what the verdict is."

"What are you gonna do?" he asked.

"I need to take her into surgery."

"Let me come."

"Archer-"

"I need to make sure she's okay. She's my mom."

Abby would've smiled if the situation wasn't so serious, so she said, "Follow me."

They wheeled Aella into an isolated lab room and Abby brought her medical supplies in. She pawed around and smiled when she found the anesthesia.

"Aella, honey, are you awake?"

Aella stirred a little, but when she instinctively moved to sit up, she stopped after feeling the sting of pain.

"Aella?"

"I'm kinda awake," she responded. "Where are we?"

"Becca's lab."

"Where's Archer?"

"Right here," Archer responded, grabbing her hand.

"Hey, handsome. How are you doing?"

"Better than you," he murmured, though a cheeky smile appeared on his face.

"That's for sure."

"I'm going to have to perform surgery," Abby said. "I luckily have some anesthetics."

"Do what you gotta do."

"Before I do, how are you feeling?" she asked.

"My right leg feels fine and my left hurts."

"And your back?"

"Painful."

"Spine?"

"Spine? Well, the base hurts, but everything else is pretty okay."

"Hips?"

"Left hurts, right hurts."

"Okay, then. I'll be sure to be careful."