Something You Fight For

Episode: 38

Clarke sat on the edge of the hospital bed, dawning a hideous hospital gown as the doctor continued examining her.
"I'm fine" she's insisted, although the colour had returned to her skin, the darkened bruises around her neck told a different story.

An officer, who stood by her taking notes, scratches his head.
"So you didn't see your attacker?"

"No. It was dark.." her voice squeaked, aching as she spoke, but she tried to play it off.

The officer sighed. "Well we won't know anything until the lab results get back. Until then, I suggest you stay with close friends or family.." he insisted, worrying for the girl as she nodded and he left.

"Alright Miss Griffin, aside from some minor bruising and a couple scratches, you're good to go!"

"Thank you, Doctor." She sighed, "is my mom on shift tonight?"

"Yes, She will be down momentarily." The doctor smiled, walking from the room and leaving Clarke alone.
Dozens of throughts ran through her mind in those few moments of solitude.
Who attacked her? Why? How did they get the fire escape window open?
Her mind buzzed with questions she was unable to answer, all she thought about was her kids, was Bellamy.

"Clarke?" Abby sighed as she drew back the curtain to Clarke's room.

"Mom." Clarke hummed as Abby engulfed her in a hug.

"What happened to you?" She queried, forcing Clarke's chin up to examine the bruising.

"Mom-"

"These look like rope marks-"

"No, mom." She states, lowering her chin and her mother's hand. "I'm fine. There was just an.. incident.." she sighed, her mother's look of worry not wavering. "How are the kids?"

"Their fine, Maddi is watching them." Abby huffed, dragging Clarke's hair from her eyes. "I'm so sorry this has happened to you.. look, I'll get off shift now and take you back to my place."

"That's okay-"

"No, really. Grab your stuff I'll meet you outside in ten minutes." Abby states, kissing her daughter on the head as she huffily exited the room.
Clarke smiled for a moment, actually excited to spend the night with her mother and children. She got up from the hospital bed, gathering her clothes when her phone fell from her bundle, carrying along with it the note from before, unchanged except for the scrunch marks and small spittles of blood that lined it..

'Surprise..' she whispered, rolling her eyes at the cruel joke meaning to take her life. 'What could it mean?'

It was then her phone buzzed, it was from her mother.
"I changed my mind, meet me in the car garage in 5" something felt wrong about the message, Clarke looked up and glanced around the room, sighing as she tucked her phone away and began sorting her things..

-

A few minutes had passed, Clarke had changed into the fresh set of clothes her friends hand brought for her and made her way down to the parking garage as her mother's text instructed. She looked around, seeing the eerie surrounding of the parking garage, dimly lit and nearly completely empty. She sighed, deciding to call her mother and see where she was, considering it was cold and somewhat frightening.

Clarke pressed call and placed the phone to her ear, hearing the few dull buzzes through her phone, and then the chilling echo throughout the parking garage. Clarke turned around to trace the sound, hoping to be met with her mother. "Mom?" She Called lightly, keeping the phone on ring but tucking it into her shoe. Something didn't feel right.
Clarke slowly began following the sound, as she turned and began making her way to the jingle, a figure emerged from behind her, gun drawn as it closed in on her. Clarke was completely oblivious to the stranger encroaching on her as she rounded the corner of a cement support beam, anxiety coursing through her as what laid on the floor before her was her mother's phone.

"No, not again-" she barely had time to spurt, hoping to get out of the way of her attacker, but this time she had no one there to help her.
A loud and hard conk to the side of her head sent Clarke falling to the ground, immediately losing consciousness.