The Awakening

[Clarke Griffin]

Abby Griffin

Clarke saw the first touches of orange as the sun set, about to turn a long day into a night that would hopefully bring healing to those who so desperately needed it. She sat by the balcony she had once stood on with Lexa, nothing more than a prisoner of circumstances. The former commander claimed it was to keep her safe, but it changed nothing about the fact, that it rendered her a prisoner, unable to come and go as she pleased. It was all because a society decided she could do something they wanted. They decided she had a power and that killing her would grant whoever did that power. They overlooked that while Clarke could commit genocide and was ready to have her hands bloodied like that, she could command death in another way, too. She and her mother could heal like no grounder could at this point. It was something she could not understand yet. 

Clarke loved the solitude given to her in this rare moment. She had sought out solitude after Mount Weather, wanting to be alone, needing to even. She had not rejoined society on her own terms and now she knew she had no choice but to stay. With a new catastrophe on the horizon, what else was she meant to do but stick around and once again try to do the unachievable. This time she had no idea how. This time she had no idea how to even get up.

Thinking about what she was through, she knew she should give her body a moment to relax. She had no idea how deep the scalpels went. She had no idea what the nightblood did to a person, especially if administered like that. Not to mention the chip. And she was not the only one who suffered from so much.

From the corner of her eyes Clarke could see people moving, including her mother. She had encouraged her to go talk to Marcus. She didn't regret this. Down on the ground their perspectives had changed. Clarke had grown up. She was no longer the girl from the space station. And her mother was no longer the woman from the space station. They had both changed. In a way neither of them was who they still were. And yet the unconditional love of a daughter to her mother remained.

As she saw her better, turning her head slightly, she offered her a tentative smile. "I am glad you're okay, Mom."

[eva]

The effects of Clarke shutting down A.L.I.E. had been immediate. Everyone in the throne room who had been chipped had started groaning, struck by all the physical and emotional pain that had been artificially taken away from them until then. Abby have had a few hours since Clarke brought her back, but she had felt their pain, their confusion and guilt as much as she had felt her own. Marcus might have been the one who had gotten to her the most. Seeing him come to realization of everything he's done had sent her down another guilt-ridden spiral. She was the reason he had taken the chip in the first place, because she had helped nail him to a cross. A shudder had ran down her spine at the thought, her brows furrowing, eyes saddened as she watched him dig his face in both hands. She had not wanted to leave Clarke's side as she was just barely back from the City of Lights, but her daughter had prompted her to go. They had barely spoken, Abby merely holding onto him, pulling him in a tight, desperate hug, going through their raw emotions together. She had tried to comfort him with a few words, knowing the only thing that would truly heal either of them would be time, that and unloading apologies on the ones they had hurt. They parted ways after a moment, after they both told each other how sorry they were just by a shared glance. Kane moved on with a small group of people, busying himself trying to find a way to get everyone back down on the ground now that the elevator was destroyed. For her part, Abby started going around the room, trying to fix people as best as she could with the limited supplies she had at hand. Then she sought out Clarke and found her sitting by the balcony, looking out at the slowly setting sun. Walking up to her, she smiled at her words, nodding slowly. Her eyes flicked down to the two bloodied wounds at the base of her daughter's neck and her heart sank at the sight. She couldn't believe she had tortured her own daughter for information - with medical tools, no less. She couldn't believe she had hung herself to get her to reveal the code. She couldn't believe the amount of emotional trauma she had imposed on Clarke. Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly as she moved to sit right by her side. She could have lost her in so many ways today yet again. She reached her hand out to place it on her daughter's. "Are you?" She couldn't help worry from lacing her words.

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BRY of W&&R and CAUTION

[Clarke Griffin]

eva

Clarke felt her gaze on the wounds. They were red and angry, but no longer bleeding openly. They were small, but not fully superficial, but blood was designed to clot up and keep wounds closed. Due to the small nature of them, they already stuck together, stopping the bloodflow already. More bloodloss could be a a lot worse for her. What she had just put her body through was not healthy, could be horrible, if she was unlucky. They had just pumped untested blood through her body, blood of a dead girl. Clarke was blood type 0. That made her the universal donor, but not the universal receiver. She could be on her way to an incompatibility reaction and it would be hard to tell if she was due to the strain the city of light had put her under as well as the wounds. Common symptoms included chest pain, nauseau, difficulty breathing, a strong feeling of doom, all of that applied to her, but all of that could be coming from something other than an incompatibility reaction. For these reasons she debated in her mind to tell her mother what she was experiencing or not. One, her mother woudl worry and maybe blame herself. 

"I'm not." She admitted. If she doesn't speak, her mother couldn't help her. And the sooner she helped her, the less likely it would be for it to get worse and if it got worse, she could...well in worst case have kidney failure or something like that. Nobody needed that right now. "I'm nauseaous, chest hurts, breathing isn't as easy as it should be. Could be from the chip or....the blood." And her mom knew what she would have to do in the later case, the first was still unknown territory.