Ok, so we visited the Ark. I think I will stay there for a while, so that we fully explore the unexpected that Clarke wasn't anticipating. Bunker visits will come later.
Warning! Some swearing.
FLASHBACK - ARK
"Come on Raven, you can do better than that." Murphy had his arms crossed looking at Raven on a workout type bench.
"NO. I. CAN'T." Raven yelled at the top of her lungs, throwing a hunk of metal tubing acting as a weight across the room.
"Fine. You don't have to work with me but if you don't, your leg is literally never going to get better and you have nothing else to do in this tin can for the next four years."
"NOTHING BETTER TO DO. YOU THINK I HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO. I AM TRYING TO KEEP YOU ALIVE FOR ONE THING YOU LITTLE ASSHOLE. I AM TRYING TO GET US HOME FOR ANOTHER."
Murphy looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Well, if you can't even be bothered to do thirty minutes of physio a day in order to walk properly, it's surprising you are going to finish those other tasks. You're right - you can't get this done, and you may as well give up on everything else while you are at it, because if there is one thing I know about Raven, she's a quitter."
He completed this little tirade by rolling his eyes over dramatically.
"Now, let's work on those breathing exercises that Luna taught you. Meditation can be just as effective as medication, said the people on the Ark with very limited medication options."
Murphy moved calmly behind Raven whose nerves were still exploding with rage but who had stopped screaming.
Holding her firmly from behind, Murphy muttered the same words to the same rhythym Luna had done, and the same meditation that Murphy had done with Raven nearly once a week since he insisted she start her physio therapy on the Ark. It wasn't long before she burst into tears, her emotions pent up from the weeks frustrations.
Knowing she calmed down, Murphy took a bench on the opposite side of Raven facing her. "So, dish, what happened this week to make you break down?"
"Murphy, you aren't my psychiatrist"
"No, but I am your primary care physician, and only care physician, and I know what it can do to a person to hole up their emotions until they are a festering pool of poison inside. Get it off your chest, it's better for you.
Raven launched into a long explanation about the communications system and it's infinite issues, which she indicated shouldn't be a huge priority, except Bellamy is moping around and looking pathetic all the time asking if they can contact the bunker, and Raven feels she should at least be trying to do something to cheer him up. In the meantime she has run over the scenarios in her head over and over and she cannot fathom a way to get back to earth without the right amount of fuel.
"And on top of all that, I really hate algae."
They burst out laughing.
"That, I can definitely relate to. Do you feel better?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Ok, let's just try three more reps with that strengthening exercise we were doing before. It's not just about strength Raven, remember part of this is balance and trying to re-establish a connection with the nerves in your leg. Don't focus so much on the weight - focus on keeping it in the air. Breathe through it. Bottling up your breathe, just like your emotions, will do more harm than good."
"Fine." She grumbled, laying back down while Murphy retrieved the tubing and placed it on her leg to both balance and lift. This time, her fact was pulling to show the effort, but she was focused on her breathing. She lifts and balances the weight on her bad leg.