Beautiful Tragedy

Seventy-three

                     Third Person POV
               *** Shadow Valley***

"She's awake." Madi calls out alerting Clarke, moving off to the side so she could sit with her mother.

"Mom?" Clarke questions with tears in her eyes.

"Clarke?" Abby questions blinking her eyes once again

"Hi."

"How..."

"Mom, no." Clarke says as the older woman begins to sob hiding her face away. "Hey. Hey."

"I don't want you to see me like this."

"Mom, I need you." She says grabbing onto her hands holding her tightly. "We're in trouble." She explains. "Octavia's army will be here in 5 days. Unless you treat McCreary's people-

"Clarke, no." Madi interrupts

"Madi, this is not up for discussion." Clarke replies back sternly and Madi walks away from the duo

"I saw her picture." Abby says watching the dark haired girl move around the room, "Who is she?"

"It's a long story." Clarke says shaking her head. "Right now, we have to focus on getting you on your feet so you can operate."

"No." Abby says vigorously. "Those people." She studders, "McCreary...

"Is a murder and a sociopath who happens to need the same thing we do." Clarke says rapidly cutting off her mother. "To stop Octavia."

"He threatened to kill us, didn't he?" Abby says using what strength she had to clearly put the words together

"Yes." Clarke nods. "I don't like this any more than you do. But if we help him, we live."

"His people win the war."

"We worry about the rest later-

"Clarke- no you don't understand-

"Mom, Kayleigh ascended- she's here in the valley." Clarke says urgently, firmly grasping her mother by her thin shaking shoulders. "She's with Octavia on this."

"Oh god.." Abby breaths out.

"Mom, your heart rate's weak, and you're not retaining fluid." Clarke says letting her go, biting on her lower lip before continuing. "I'm worried if you take any more of these to function.." she says reaching into her pocket for the bottle of pills McCreary gave her.

"You're right." Abby says taking a deep breath. "My system's too compromised."

"Then how do we do this?" Clarke questions. "A detox takes too long.
You have to be operating in 24 hours-

"First, you get rid of the pills." Abby orders, "Then I want you to get my bag. It's under the bed." She directs. "There's a opiate blocker in the bag. I used to give them in the bunker."

"Travitirol." Clarke murmurs pulling out the opiate blocker from the bag.

"That'll put me into rapid detox. If my heart stops, there's adrenaline in there, too." She say speaking about herself objectively

"Mom..."

"It didn't happen the last time." Abby quick reassures her.

"Last time?" Clarke gasps out. "How long has this been going on?"

"Too long." Abby says looking away from the look in her daughters eyes.
"Administer with the IV." She firmly orders. "20 ccs to start. You need to tie me down first."