This is the first thing I've written for The 100 fandom, so I hope it's okay.
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Raven was working on a particularly smelly project with Wick in the lab. It had been two weeks since Clarke had left, and things had been peaceful. The Grounders had left the Sky People alone, and as winter approached, Camp Jaha was busy preparing shelter, clothing, and food. Meanwhile, the engineer and the mechanic were building space heaters. Unfortunately for them, the chemicals needed for the job produced noxious fumes that forced them to take breaks every half-hour to avoid brain damage. They were on their fifth half-hour shift when all of a sudden Raven felt extremely nauseated. Getting up, she bolted toward the door and barely made it outside before emptying her stomach of breakfast, and quite possibly dinner and lunch from the day before. She leaned heavily on the outside of the building as she caught her breath.
"You okay, wrench monkey?"
She nodded shakily.
"Guess those fumes really are toxic."
They stayed outside for several minutes, and finally Raven straightened.
"You ready to go back in?"
Nodding, the woman entered the lab again. Before she even made it to the bench, she was stumbling back outside again to throw up. There wasn't much left in her stomach, and she dry-heaved for what seemed like a small eternity before sliding down the wall to sit on the ground.
"We should probably bring you to Abby to make sure you're going to be okay."
She nodded, and Wick helped her up, both making their way to the med bay.
"What's going on?" Abby asked, gesturing for them to sit down.
"We've been dealing with some toxic chemicals in the lab, and Raven started throwing up."
"Are you keeping hydrated?" Abby asked, checking Raven's pulse and blood pressure.
"Probably not as much as I should."
"Your blood pressure is a little low, so I'm going to have you stay here, rest for a bit, and re-hydrate."
"Fine."
Raven ended up throwing up twice during the exam and Abby was a bit concerned.
"I'm going to take a sample of your blood to make sure everything's okay and you don't have an infection from the bone marrow drilling or anything."
"Okay."
After Abby took her blood, she sent Raven to her tent to go to bed. Surprisingly, Raven didn't put up a fight. She felt tired and sick and just wanted to sleep.
The next morning, Raven woke up, flailing in her sheets for a moment before jumping out of bed to throw up outside her tent. An hour later, she went back to the lab not bothering to get breakfast. Wick had rigged some of the mountain men's helmets to an air filtration system so that they wouldn't get sick. They worked hard that morning, Raven still feeling rather light-headed, but trying to ignore it. Midway through the morning, Raven was in the middle of a fairly complicated wiring job when she knew she was going to throw up. She immediately let go of the wires, which began to spark as she ran for the door. She ripped her helmet off as she got outside, and when Wick got to her, she was was dry-heaving.
"Hey, maybe you shouldn't be working with those chemicals anymore."
The girl groaned, wiping her mouth.
"Raven, take a few minutes in the fresh air, okay?"
She nodded, taking a few calming breaths.
Just then, Abby walked over to the two of them.
"Hey doc," Wick said.
"I need to speak with Raven. Would you come to the med bay please?"
"Is something wrong?" the girl asked, her voice raspy.
"I just need to speak with you alone."
Raven nodded and followed Abby to the med bay. The doctor sat down, and asked Raven to do the same.
"What's wrong, Abby?"
"Raven, I ran a few different tests on the blood sample I took. You're not sick."
"So why did you ask me to come here?"
"Raven, you're pregnant."
"W-what? No, I can't be.'
"I'm afraid you are. Do you know who the father is?"
"Of course I do. But we only did it like twice!"
"It only takes once."
"But… I can't do this. Abby, you have to take it out. You have to get rid of it."
"Raven, I don't have the supplies to give you an abortion safely."
"I can't have a baby, Abby! I'm nineteen."
"I know this is difficult. But trying to get rid of it without the proper equipment would endanger your life. You'd be at a high risk for infection, severe damage, even death."
At this, Raven's lip began to quiver.
"Raven, I will be here for you. Your friends will support you. You won't be alone in this."
The girl looked down at her flat stomach, still in denial that this was really happening.
"Abby, I'm scared."
"I know, sweetheart. I know." Abby got up, and moved over to Raven, wrapping her in a hug.
After about 20 minutes of calming down, Raven got up and joined her friends for lunch. She tried to act normal, but she felt like she was dying.
"Raven, are you okay?" Jasper asked as the woman sat down at the table.
"I'm fine."
"Your eyes are red."
"Probably from the fumes in the lab."
Raven uneasily took a bite of the meat that was for lunch. She hadn't eaten anything since the morning before, and she knew she needed to. Apparently, her stomach thought otherwise. She only got about 3 bites in before dashing off to the edge of camp in order to throw up. Octavia had gone to look for her, and met her as she went back into the main part of the camp.
"Raven, are you okay?"
"Yeah," she croaked, wincing. Her throat hurt and her voice sounded raspy.
"No you're not. What's wrong?"
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to cry.
"Raven, come on. Just because I haven't been around much, that doesn't mean I don't care about what's going on with you."
The older girl rubbed her forehead, sighing.
"Are you sick?" Octavia asked, suddenly very worried.
"Sort of."
"Please. You can tell me."
"You have to promise not to tell the others."
The girl nodded solemnly.
"I'm… I'm pregnant, Octavia."
"Oh... Shit."
"Yep," Raven said, her voice breaking as she started to cry.
"Is it Wick's?"
The older girl nodded.
"It's going to be okay, Raven."
"How? How is it going to be okay? I can't even walk without this damn brace, and now I'm going to have a kid to chase around? And what if the kid wanders off and gets eaten by a mutant animal or kidnapped by a Reaper, or killed by a Grounder?"
"The Grounders don't kill children."
"I can't have a child, Octavia!"
"Couldn't Abby… Do something about it?"
"She said she doesn't have the equipment to do it safely."
"Maybe I could ask Lincoln if he knows of anything."
"I need to think about it for a little bit."
"Okay."
The two walked back together, Octavia grabbing Raven's hand and squeezing it.
"Whatever you decide, it's going to be okay."