She stays awake as long as possible and when she eventually collapses, she makes nightmares. She struggles, screams, calls out for Finn in her sleep. He sits in the corridor, next to the door. He's watching. Inside, Abby is trying to wake her up, to hug her. In vain. She pushes her away without getting out of her delirium. When she eventually gives up, Doctor Griffin opens the door to let him in.
- Please… Please, wake her up.
He stands up and leaves his rifle in the corridor.
(He always lets his rifle in the corridor.)
He goes gently, step by step. First he talks to her, he doesn't want to suprise or scare her. He announces himself before coming near the bed where she's shivering, fighting herself.
- Clarke ? It's gonna be okay… It's just a nightmare. Everything's gonna be fine.
He talks nonsense, he doesn't know where all the lovely lies are coming from, just that he would do anything for her to believe him.
(About Clarke he knows better than to ask himself any question. He doesn't think, he acts. He wouldn't know what to do with what he thinks about Clarke anyway.)
When he's close enough to touch her he grabs her arm. He's strong enough to stop her from moving if he wants to. He doesn't want to. He wants her to calm down by herself.
- Clarke ? Clarke, it's me. Calm down…
- Finn… I'm sorry ! I'm so sorry, Finn !
He has squatted so he's at the same level as she is. He can feel Doctor Griffin's eyes on them but he ignores her. He tightens his hand on Clarke's arm and put his other hand on her forehead.
(Octavia usually does that when Lincoln is fighting his own demons. Why do the monsters always wait for night and sleep to attack ?)
- Clarke, he says again, quietly, stroking her hair.
Her head rolls on the side so she's facing him. She struggles less on her bed already. She's still shivering, whispering « Finn… ». She doesn't cry.
(She never cries.)
He waits a little more, keeps whispering his lies, his « everything's gonna be fine », his « it's just a nightmare » untils she finally calms down. And then he waits even more, counting sixty seconds in his head, his security's minute. He can feel Abby coming over here behind him. He stands up before she's close enough to touch him.
(He's a bit taller than their almost-auto-proclamed-chancellor.)
They both stay here and stands in the darkness, him facing Abby, her looking down at her daughter resting between two fights. He's about to leave when she finally looks up and catches his eyes.
- Thank you, Bellamy.
He nods without a word and goes back to his watching.
