Clarke stood by the door, arms crossed, glancing across the hallway every now and then. "What's going on?" she asked.
"What's going on?" Wick echoed. "Maybe we should start his meeting again. Hello everyone, thanks for coming. Alright Clarke, what's going on?"
"I just asked that," she shot back.
"Right, but we're not the ones who have to answer it, you are," Wick explained. "So?"
"I don't understand what this meeting is about," Clarke said. "Why are we meeting when I should be across the hall?"
"London has it," Monty assured her. "Right now you're needed here."
"Clarke," Raven tried hard to sound agreeable, "the rest of the kids out there are freaking out. They have no idea what's going on, they're scared because they can't leave the camp, and they want to know what happened to Bellamy."
"Great, so we have everything in common then," Clarke snapped.
"Whoa, hey, we're not mad at you," Jasper assured her. "Ok, some of us are, but that's not why we're here. We're here because we need a plan of action."
"We had one. You keep everyone inside the gates and fed, and I keep Bellamy alive."
"We don't need a plan of action," Wick interrupted. "We need an answer to a simple question: is he going to live?"
The others stared at him, sure it was the last they would see of Wick.
"I don't know, ok?" Clarke nearly screamed at him. "I don't know! I don't know how he wasn't dead when you found him, much less now. I'm doing my best but I don't know!"
"Hey, whoa, we know you're doing your best," Monty consoled.
"Maybe there's some update you can give us," Miller suggested carefully. "Something we could tell the others so they're not as in the dark. That might make them feel a little safer."
"How about: he's been delirious for a few days now and has a nasty fever and speaks complete nonsense?" Clarke offered. "My update is that he's not bleeding out anymore and he's almost completely patched up, except the tube stuck in his chest wall, but he's barely remaining stable. Right now, stable isn't a good thing. Because stable means he's barely alive, and I have no idea what else to do."
"Could we contact the Arkadia? Maybe your mom or Jackson know how to help," Jasper proposed.
"No."
"Clarke, maybe it's best for everyone if we just—" Miller began.
"We can't," Clarke cut him off. "Only Bellamy knows how to contact them."
"Okaaaay, I'm not even going to ask why that seemed like a good idea to you two," Raven muttered angrily.
"Is there anything we can do?" Wick wanted to know.
"Don't you think I've done it?" Clarke responded. "I've done everything I know how to do. I'm out of ideas."
Before anyone could respond, the door to Medical slammed against the wall and one of the sentries stood there, panting.
"Hey, Aiden, what's going on?" Jasper asked.
"The gate," Aiden panted. "At the gate."
"What's at the gate?"
"Octavia."