And I'm back with another chapter. Hope you guys are enjoying the story so far. I've included a little flashback story here to make it more lighthearted and it was inspired by the very first birthday party I ever attended... At least my face wasn't drawn on... I think.

Please enjoy this chapter and don't forget to comment and review what you think will happen next.

"What do you mean she's in a f- coma?" Diyoza promptly cuts herself off, remembering the three innocent kids in the room.

"Her injuries were severe and she also suffered massive head trauma." Abby explains slowly, informing the mother while not wanting to scare the kids. "Not to mention the amount of hypoxia she would have suffered in the 15 minutes her heart stopped beating... Her CAT scan showed little brain activity and slight swelling, all indicative of a coma." She finishes.

"But she'll be ok, right?" Hope looks up to the woman, tears shining in her eyes. "She has to be ok, mama. She has to be."

Diyoza picks the girl up, cradling her as if she were a baby once again. "Don't worry little one. Our Octavia is a fighter. She'll be ok."

She can feel the tiny droplets on her shoulder, the way the girl's back jerks with every soft hiccup that comes out from her mouth. All she can do is run a comforting hand over the girl's back, hoping to soothe her fears.

"As of this moment, we are unsure as to when she'll wake up, but we know she will." Abby continues, trying to keep her voice as professional as possible. "She's still young. Her brain is still developing so her chance of a full recovery is high. For now, all we can do is wait and hope for the best."

With that, Abby leaves the room, needing to take a moment for herself after the day's events. She knows she should probably go to her own daughter, assuage whatever fears or worries she may have, but seeing her daughter's best friend's breakdown in the OR earlier had been too much for her to take in.

It tore her heart out, and it's a miracle that the girl is still alive. She guesses maybe it was her brother's voice that brought her back, their soul-deep sibling bond tugging her and stopping her from floating away, but she'll never know. She's never been a really religious person anyway.

She turns back to look at the occupants of the room through a small window on the door. A mixture of emotions are splattered on their faces; worry, relief, hope, fear, love, comfort, anger. She watches as the young boy's face morph into the latter and she can only hope that everything goes well.

Rage fills Bellamy's veins. His sister is here because of some dumb driver. He's not sure if they were drunk or simply lost control of the vehicle on the slippery road, but it's their fault. And he swears on his life that whoever it was, will pay. They-

Something soft squeezes his hand and he turns to look at the girl beside him. "Hey, it's ok." She gently shifts his head so it's leaning against her shoulder. "Everything will be ok. Kane will find out who did this, right Kane?"

At that, the man nods. "You can be sure whoever did this will be in jail for a long time. This was a hit-and-run, and on a little girl. You can bet the judge will not rule in their favour." He pats Bellamy's back softly.

"I've also ordered a DNA test to be run between you and Octavia." Kane tells him, explaining more as soon as he sees the look of confusion fall on the young boy's face. "I know you know she's your sister, but this is to make it official. If you ever want to get custody of your sister, you'll need the documents to prove it and-"

"Excuse me." Diyoza cuts him off. "Are you just going to take my little girl away from me like that?" Hope starts crying harder and she sways softly to soothe the girl once again. "I may not be her biological mother, but she is my daughter. I raised her, and I'm not letting you take her away from me."

"Look, ma'am. We just want to make sure he's got the right girl." Kane tries to explain himself. "Besides, we could sue you for trespassing and kidnapping as well as providing false information, since you took her from her home and claimed her to be yours."

By now, Diyoza is livid. She is about to say something before her daughter's small voice cuts through. "Mama, why would this man take Taev away?"

Diyoza sits down, her daughter in her lap, as she starts to explain the circumstances surrounding Octavia being brought into their family. Sure, Hope had been there at that time but she had just turned two, so there was no way she would've remembered what happened.

She relayed the story similar to what she had told Kane hours before in simpler terms for the girl to understand. By the end of it, Hope looked at her with unshed tears in her eyes. "So Octavia isn't really my sister?"

Hope looked so heartbroken at that point that Kane was starting to regret saying anything, but he knew it had to be said.

"No, little one. But blood does not define family. Octavia will always be your sister, no matter what." The mother wipes the tears from her child's eyes. "You got that?"

Hope nods, cuddling close to her mom once again, watching her little sister on the bed until she falls asleep in her mother's arms.

Bellamy moves his chair towards the bed, sitting right beside it, with his hand gingerly but firmly clenched around his little sister's. The IV is placed in the crux of her elbow while her other arm is in a sling. Her head is wrapped in a soft white bandage, and the rest of her body is littered with cuts and bruises, glass shards from the windshield of the car having made their marks across her tiny body.

"I'm here, O." He tells her softly. "And I'll be here when you wake up."

All of them quickly fall into routine. The last week before school reopens after winter break, they are by her bed from the moment the sun rises to the time it sets.

There are days when Diyoza refuses to leave the girl's bedside, the days when her blood pressure rises slightly or when her heart jumps, and she lets Hope stay with Clarke and Bellamy for the night. But there are also days when she knows her eldest needs her too, and she reluctantly leaves her baby alone in the care of the hospital personnel.

Hope, Bellamy and Clarke constantly surround Octavia's bed, making sure she's comfy even if she can't say when she is or isn't, decorating the room for her so when she wakes up she won't feel sad, and talking to her about everything they'd do together once she wakes up.

Her heart melts for the kids. They shouldn't have to go through this pain, this trauma. It's their Christmas break and they should be out having fun with their friends. Octavia should be enjoying playing with her new presents, or getting to go to that sleepover she had been asking for a long time, and had finally been allowed to.

Seeing her baby unmoving, surrounded by countless tubes and machines, makes her wonder if this was somehow her fault. Maybe she hadn't been a good mom, that's why they were going to take her away. Maybe it's because she didn't give her daughter what she wanted, maybe it's because she didn't spend enough time with her or didn't take care of her enough. Maybe she didn't love her enough. What other reason could it possibly be?

Could it be because she took the girl away from her brother?

Bellamy lay beside Octavia, the growing teenaged boy cautiously placing his gangly limbs on the bed next to his little sister as he stroke her hair. He is careful to avoid the bandages that hid the staples, and gently places kisses on the bruised skin of her face. "Kisses make booboos better." Their mother had always said, and even though he wasn't a little boy anymore, he still held hope that it was true.

The girl's sister lay on her other side, being mindful of the arm in a sling. Thankfully, the impact hadn't injured her spine. Her arm however had multiple breaks along with a few deep cuts.

Gently, she curls herself around the girl, keeping her in a soft protective embrace. She would fend off the monsters who would try and hurt her sister. There was no way anything or anyone would be getting to her now.

Clarke just sits at the foot of the bed, staring at the trio. "Blood vs. Water" being the only thing that comes to her mind.

There's always the saying that 'Blood is thicker than water', but right now she's not sure. Maybe they're both equally thick, or maybe they're not. What she does know though, is that people can't live without either. Both are vital to human survival.

At least, that's what Mr. Pike tells them in Science class. He could be wrong though, science theories are always proven to be false at one point or another. Nothing is always for certain.

But right now, looking at them, she knows that he speaks the truth. They do need both blood and water to survive.

She watches them for a moment longer before deciding to break the silence and lighten the mood. "Hey Hope, how about you tell Bellamy one of Octavia's baby stories?"

Hope immediately lights up at that, and Clarke is almost sure she can hear Diyoza's soft chuckle behind her.

"Ok, let me tell you about the time..."

~~Flashback~~

It was Hope's third birthday and the first birthday party that Octavia would've ever been to.

So, the whole day, Diyoza was busy making sure everything was ready. It was to be held at one of those cheesy kid restaurants which had party packages and everything, but Diyoza wanted everything to be perfect.

After getting everything done, Diyoza had picked them up from the babysitter's to doll them up. During that time, she found out that she had hyped up baby Octavia so much that the little girl hadn't even taken her mid-morning nap because she was just too excited.

She thought it would be ok though. How could anyone, even a baby, sleep through a party?

Evidently, she was proven wrong. Octavia had passed out in her mother's arms right before they entered the restaurant. With a laugh, she set her back down in her car seat and went to entertain the guests.

It was at least an hour later when the kids had gone to play party games that she went back to check on Octavia. The whole time, she kept the car seat close by, but she never actually took more than a glance at it at a time; so she was pleasantly surprised when she found her little baby in the arms of a mother, surrounded by other mothers.

"I'm sorry, but she's just too cute to resist." The mom exclaimed. "I miss when my little Tris was this small. You have to treasure this moment forever because before you know it, they'll be trying to do whatever it takes to make you pull your hair out."

The other moms laughed but Diyoza could only nod. She did treasure these moments, every single one of them.

This moment however, was broken by the sound of screaming children.

"Look mommy, I won a pwize!"

"Mommy! I was the best at the tweasuwe hunt. Do you think daddy would be pwoud?"

"I'm the king of musical chaiws! The thwone is mine!"

The mother handed Octavia back to her as the others tended to their children, the short reprieve from their mischievous antics over.

"Ok, kids. Time for lunch." The kids ran towards the funny looking mascot with grins on their faces, finding a spot at the long table set with greasy burgers and fruit cups. There was no way she'd let all the food they eat be high in sugar, salt and fat.

As soon as all the kids were settled, she turned to the baby once again. "Would you like to wake up for your own lunch?" She cooed softly.

The baby remained peacefully asleep and she shook her head. "I guess not." She grinned before getting a bottle of formula. At least this baby can eat in her sleep.

Once the bottle of formula was drained, and the baby had been burped, a loud one much to the amusement of the other party-goers, she placed her back in the car seat. She thought this time, everything would be fine, no surprises whatsoever.

But kids will be kids. Somehow, they got their grubby little hands on the packaged markers in the goody bags and decided that a baby was the perfect canvas.

All it took was a mild distraction in the form of birthday cake, and baby Octavia had squiggly lines all over her face and hands. Unintelligible markings streaked her arms and it was only a small reprieve that the baby was still asleep.

Sending the kids away, she took a few quick snapshots, definitely something for the album. It was however, even funnier when Hope decided to carry a sleeping Octavia while they were singing happy birthday so she could be in the picture. At one point, the baby's eyes snapped open right before falling back asleep.

Somehow, she snapped a photo right at that moment, so Octavia's eyes reflected red from the candles' flames. That, and the markings on her face, made her look like the devil incarnate.

While funny, it sparked a fear in her that she hoped would never become a reality.

~~Flashback ends~~

Bellamy laughs along with Clarke, images of a baby Octavia flashing through their minds at a mile a minute. "I'll show you the pictures one day, kids." Diyoza promises them with a grin.

At that moment, a nurse enters the room. "Sorry, kids. Time to go." She looks on sadly at the small group of friends. She can't imagine what it must be like for them to see their friend and sister unmoving as she lies on the hospital bed, and honestly, she doesn't envy them. "You'll see her again tomorrow."

The group got up from their positions, Bellamy and Hope pressing soft kisses to her pale cheeks while Clarke just squeezes her cold hand. She wants to say that the little girl squeezes back, but she knows it's just a figment of her imagination.

The New Year comes and goes, and schools reopen after the winter break. It feels weird for all of them; Bellamy having finally found his little sister but being unable to talk to her or connect with her, making him feel as if he hasn't really found her yet, Clarke feeling happy for the boy but also pity, and Hope just going to school on her own. Sure there were those few days when Octavia had the flu, but she had known then that her little sister would be ok. Now, she isn't so sure.

Living only a few roads down from them, Abby and Kane offers to take Hope to and from school with Clarke and Bellamy since the schools are right beside each other. Diyoza agrees, feeling slightly relieved she will have someone to care for her eldest so she can be with her youngest.

"Get better soon, little Pocahontas." She prays as she watches the little chest rise and fall in her sleep. It is the sole indicator that she's living and breathing, and she can't bring herself to look away. She can't imagine a life where it stops, where she'd be without her baby. "You have so many people who love you, waiting for you."

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