I woke up to the sound of hissing and beeping. I groaned in pain as I felt a heavy weight on my shoulder and around my head. I heard a shuffling to my right and I tried to turn my head towards it, but something was keeping it immobile. I opened my eyes slowly and the room spun, making me groan again and shut them.

"Clarke, honey," a voice said softly and I recognized my mom.

"Mom," I asked, my voice hoarse and dry.

"I'm here, baby," she said and I could hear the relief in her voice.

I tried to speak again, but I couldn't because my throat was so dry, so I started coughing. The coughing made the pain worsen and I felt something cold against my cheek.

"Here," she said, "Open your mouth a bit. That's it."

I opened my mouth and I felt a straw. I closed my mouth around it and started sucking on it and felt instant relief as cold water poured down my throat. I coughed a little bit and she took the cup and straw away.

"Where am I," I asked.

"You're in the hospital, Clarke," she said. "You were in an accident."

"Accident," I asked, perplexed. "I don't remember being in an accident. Why can't I move my head? What happened to me?"

I started to panic and the beeping started to increase because I couldn't remember why or what happened.

"Sh, Clarke," she said, soothingly. "It's okay. You're safe now, baby. You're safe."

"Mom," I asked, fearfully. "What happened to me?"

"What's the last thing you remember, honey," she asked, her voice remained soothing.

I tried to think and only encountered moments of intense pain and flashes of teeth and claws.

"I, I don't remember," I whispered. "I can only remember pain and teeth and claws."

"Do you remember Wells taking you out for your anniversary?"

"Anniversary," I asked and then I remembered. "Yeah, I remember that. He took me out to the pond for a picnic. I think…I think we argued about something."

"Do you remember anything else, honey?"

"No," I said and felt tears falling. "Did, did something happen? Is Wells okay?"

"You and Wells were attacked at the pond," she said, holding and squeezing my hand.

I opened my eyes in fear and looked at her. My vision was still blurry, but I could make out her shape.

"We, we were attacked," I said. "Who, who would want to do that?"

"I don't know, sweetheart," she said, "but when neither you or Wells came home, Jaha sent out a search team to look for you. They found you half in the water, unconscious. They brought you to the hospital immediately. Your shoulder was completely shredded and every bone in your shoulder was shattered. They've put a plate where your shoulder blade was and the bones all have pins in them. Your head took a lot of damage, too. You've got a plate there as well."

"How long have I been here?"

"Nearly three weeks now," she said quietly. "The doctors weren't sure if you were going to wake up."

"Three weeks?! I've been in the hospital for three weeks. The gallery opening…"

"I called Rachel and let her know what happened. She sent a driver and picked up the paintings for the opening. She said that it was a smashing success and nearly all of your paintings were sold that night."

I relaxed a little and started to feel drowsy again.

"That's, that's good," I said as my vision started to cloud over and I fell back asleep.

The next time I woke up, the room was dim and I could open my eyes without my vision going blurry or the room spinning. I heard a sound of a shoe scuffing and I took a deep inhale and recognized the person's scent.

"Sheriff Kane," I croaked.

There was a soft chuckled and I heard him get up and move closer so that I could see him.

"Hello, Clarke," he said gently. "How are you feeling?"

"Like shit," I replied with a small smile. "Why're you here?"

"Oh, I thought I'd give your mom a break," he replied. "She's hardly left your side for the last three weeks. She needs her rest."

"Thank you," I said.

"Your welcome," he replied and then his face turned more serious and he asked, "Clarke, your mom said that all you remember was pain and teeth and claws. Is that all you remember?"

"Sheriff," I said, carefully. "I think this is only the second time I've woken up. I don't remember what happened. I'm sorry."

He patted my hand and replied, "That's alright, Clarke. It's just that we found Wells' body and we were hoping that maybe you remembered more."

"His body," I asked, feeling suddenly numb. "He's dead?"

"I'm afraid so, Clarke," he said, watching me closely. "We found him at the bottom of the pond. Weighted down by his own weights. Throat torn. What was interesting was that there was a bit of blanket wrapped around his throat. Like someone tried to save him. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"

"His, his, his throat was torn," I said as a wave of nausea hit.

I groaned and swallowed trying to keep myself from throwing up. He looked alarmed suddenly and called for a nurse.

When the nurse came in he said, "I think she's about to be sick."

"Help me get her on her side," the nurse said quickly.

I was rotated barely in time before I vomited onto the floor. They held me there as I threw up several more times before laying me gently back onto my back. The nurse called for an orderly to clean up the mess. She went and grabbed something and then gently wiped my mouth.

"How are you feeling, honey," she asked gently.

"Better," I whispered. "Thank you."

"No problem," she replied and then looked at Kane and said, "I think it's best if you go on and let her get some rest, Sheriff. She's in no condition to be answering your questions."

"Of course, nurse," he said apologetically. "My apologies. I'm sorry if my words caused you distress, Clarke."

"I'm sure you meant well, Sheriff," I replied, weakly. "Thank you for giving mom a break."

A smile ghosted on his lips and he nodded before he left the room. The nurse made sure that I was alright and tucked me in before leaving. My eyes felt drowsy and I felt sleep calling me down.