In His Arms

Chapter 8

I feel the blood draining from my body as I try to digest the news. But I just can't.

"Bellamy knew?! He knew for more than 2 months and didn't tell me?!" I shout, startling Lexa. I stare up at Bellamy, as he watches me shout. He gulps and looks to me apologetically, and I know he has heard me. Lexa tries to step forward and comfort me, but I shove her hand away and storm off, too annoyed to be near people right now.

I stomp towards the Ark as I start to feel dizzy. I'm too angry and pregnant to even move quickly!

"Hey Clarke, are you ok? You've gone a bit pale." Monty asks, he and Jasper checking if I'm alright. "I'm fine. I just need to get out of here." I say, trying as hard as I can to not snap at them.

I storm on forward, but the dizziness comes back and all of a sudden I'm falling backwards. Somebody steps forward and catches me, the other shouting, "Clarke..!" as my eyes drift shut.

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*beep* *beep*

Is that a heart-rate monitor? I peel my eyes open, being met with the crippiling white lights of med-bay. Ugh. Why am I here?!

"Clarke? Clarke hunnie can you hear me?"

My eyes dart around the medically white and blue room, and my head pounds. They land on my mother, who was stood beside me with a clipboard in her hands. I nod my head and try to push myself up, by my mother's hand darts to my shoulder to push me gently back down.

"What happened?" I ask groggily. "You passed out." My mother says simply, checking back over her charts. "How long was I out for?" "A few hours. We checked your bloods, Clarke and saw that your glucose levels were low. This is probably from not eating enough, or the intake the baby is taking in comparison to what you are taking. How have you been eating-" "I have been eating perfectly fine. And I am perfectly fine."

I sit up from the bed and swing my legs over the edge before my mother can stop me, which she does as I try to stand up.

"Slowly Clarke, I know you want to leave and you can. But first you have to take things a little slower. You are 35 weeks pregnant, and pretty big at that. You can't be rushing around like you were before." My mum reasons, taking her doctor voice off and becoming my mum again.

I nod my head and she lays down her clipboard, sitting herself down on the chair next to me. She places her hand on mine with a sad smile, "What did Lexa say to make you so upset?"

Oh yeah. That.

"I'm sure you already know don't you. You are just asking to make me think through it." I say quietly, avoiding her eye contact. "The betrothal? Clarke, as much as I hate Bellamy, I know how much he means to you, and how much you mean to him. He loves you so much, and that's why he rejected the treaty. He is willing to go through another war to stop your pain. He really does care about you Clarke, and you'd be stupid not to see it. Don't overreact, just talk to him about it. I know you two will work this out. You always do."

My mum stands up after her little speech and picks up her clipboard. "You can go now, if you'd like. But just think about what I said. I know-" "ABBY! Is she awake!?" Octavia shouts, rushing through medical.

My mum pulls back the curtain to my bed, and Octavia smiles at me. "You are awake!" I smile back at her and stand up slowly, Octavia walking into the small space. She places her hand on my mother's arm, and she looks to her. "It's finished."

My mum's eyes go wide as she grows more excited, and I get more confused. "It's done?" "It's done! All furnished and decorated. It's all finished and ready! I am going to take her there now, the sooner she settles in the better right!?" Octavia grabs onto my arm and I smile at her through a confused look.