Clarke stood in shock with her mouth slightly open for a few heart beats before Octavia nudged her with her elbow. She cleared her throat to cover up her blatantly staring, hoping it didn't look as unprofessional as it was making her feel.

As she turned around so that she could face everyone to let them know what she would be doing, she noticed that some of them had either forgotten the no weapon in the clinic rule or they didn't care. Clarke was betting on the latter.

"I'm sorry, you must have forgotten one of our rules. None of you are allowed to bring weapons into my clinic. You can either go leave them outside or step out and wait for the rest of your group."

Her demand was met with some raised eyebrows, a scoff, and two arms crossings. Clarke didn't let any of it intimidate her, instead she stood her ground, eyeing them all until they went and dropped off their guns, other weapons, and a machete just on the other side of the door. Sure some of them might have hidden weapons but for now she would let it go. It would just make bigger waves than she wanted to deal with if she demanded them to be searched.

"Thank you. Citizen Z sent me Mr. Murphy's prison medical records, unfortunately and understandably, they were not updated with what was done to him. However it will at least give me a base to work with on his normal vitals, known medicine's he is allergic to, and any past health issues that may factor in to his current health problems. Citizen Z has asked me to add to the file whatever we do and find today and to give it to your group when you leave so that the clinic you are taking him to can have a more current medical history."

While Clarke talked she moved to stand directly in front of her new patient. "Mr. Murphy, can you tell me what's been going on?"

Murphy had watched her come closer to him with narrowed eyes and when she directed her question at him he kept staring at her as if trying to get a read on her, to find out what her intentions were. She relaxed her face but didn't smile, she didn't want to trick him into trusting her with fake smiles or false assurances.

"My hair was falling out in clumps, so I ended up shaving it all off. My teeth have been feeling loose lately, my bones ache, I'm either burning hotter than the fires of hell or freezing my ass off and my eyesight has been wonky. Is that enough info for you missy?"

She ignored his snark and focused instead on the examination, trying not to let it get to her when it lasted much longer than it should have due to random questions from the group of people around her.

Of course, they all wanted to know what was wrong with him right away, but she wasn't a fortune teller. All she could do was tell them the truth, that she would check a few things out and let them know as soon as possible.

What she didn't tell them was that she already had a pretty good idea what had happened to him. She just didn't know why, or how it happened.

Somehow, someway, Murphy's body was accepting the virus instead of fighting it. Now the cause might have to do with whatever it was that he was given, but Clarke had never heard of a vaccine that took over the like this seemed to be doing. In her body, her white blood cells did their job and the virus didn't last long in her body. Clarke had yet to find out if it survived long enough inside her to make any permanent changes, only time and more testing would tell. However in his body? His body seemed to accept it, not doing anything to try and kick it out. Could the vaccine they had given him damaged his white blood cells? Somehow making it possible for his DNA structure to have changed when bitten? It was a scary thought.

While it may not be killing him as of right now, it sure was changing him in ways that Clarke was unsure could be fixed. She didn't know what, if anything, she could do for him. However, guesses could be made all day long but until his samples were examined, there was no way to know for sure.

A few hours later and many after many tests, there was finally an answer for them. Doubtful that it would be one that they liked, but one nonetheless.

It gave more questions than answers, something that ate at Clarke. It didn't give any idea of why she didn't turn, or what was in her body making her immune to their bites. It was foolish to think that testing his blood would give her something more than frustration.

While Clarke and his sister tested Murphy's blood, hopefully finding out what was wrong with him, Bellamy called a meeting for those that had jobs to do that afternoon. Mostly he wanted to go over with Miller what he would be doing that afternoon. Before he was able to get to far into talking with Miller and his group, the rest of Murphy's people came in.

Bellamy wanted this group gone as fast as he could get them out. They were a group of hard core survivors, the kind that would do anything they had to. Top that with a mission that could save the rest of the world? Yeah, they had the potential to be a dangerous group, one he did not want his people around for longer than absolutely necessary. That's why when one of them spoke up about helping he wanted to say no and he almost kicked Miller when he said he could use some. Luckily for him, it was only 10k and the old guy that agreed to help Miller out, the rest of Murphy's group went to a table a few away from theirs and talked softly to themselves. Out of all of them he thought the old guy and the teen looked the most trustworthy, but that wasn't saying much.

When they had first arrived Monty had found an inventory list of everything the base had in stock, something that was going to come in handy for situations like this. He had been looking it over since breakfast, making a list of what they could offer in trade depending on what the other group had. Considering that they told Miller they had been working the land and had animals, Bellamy was hopeful that they could trade for some fresh meat or maybe even some smaller animals for themselves that they could raise.

"Miller, you take Harper and these two and see if you can talk to those people again. I have a list for you but I'm going to rip it in two. This first half are things we can easily trade and do without, then this bottom half are things I want you to see if you can use for better trades. I'll trust you and your judgment." He handed the two slips to Miller and watched as he read it over, making a mental list.

"Hey Bellamy, there is another thing we can offer."

Bellamy couldn't even come close to guessing what Miller was talking about and so he was blindsided when he told him.

"We have Clarke, we can offer not only these medical supplies but treatment or maybe even a few first aid classes, something like that. Instead of letting them know where we are exactly, we can say we can bring her for a weekly visit or something. I'm sure not only are the medical supplies limited but so are people that know how to use them correctly."

Bellamy's fists clenched and even knowing it wasn't how Miller meant it, he lashed out. "Clarke IS NOT something to offer up as trade, she's a person and a member of our group! What are you even thinking? Forget it, there is no way I'm letting her leave the base for something like that!"

Miller held up his hands and answered him calmly. "You know that's not what I meant. You said you trusted my judgment and trusted me. I'm thinking about everyone here and besides, you know if I told Clarke she would willingly go if it meant getting more for the group."

He was right, Clarke would willingly do it, no question about it. That didn't mean he had to like it or let her do it if he could stop her. "She's still not on the list, don't even mention it to them that we have a doctor Miller, I mean it."

Miller agreed and after grabbing everything they needed they went on their way. Bellamy mentally wished them a safe trip before going back to the rest of his group to make sure all was set for the other jobs lined up.

10k wasn't sure what made him speak up to offer his help, he certainly didn't plan on it. It was over and done with now though, he thought to himself as they geared up to go on this trade meet up.

It wasn't a hard trek to the farm and were all thankful they didn't see any Z's on the way. 10K stayed in the back watching out and once Miller stated they were close Doc came back to walk with him.

"Hey Kid, you holding up ok back here?"

Doc was one of a kind, easily 10k's favorite person in his group, maybe his favorite person he had come across since he had to put his Pa- no, he wasn't thinking of that.

He gave a half smile to the old man along with a nod of his head. While he didn't mind lagging behind and watching the others backs, he knew that Doc worried about him, he could tell in the looks he gave him and the way he would check up on him, asking if he was ok. It really was alright with him though, not only did he feel useful but he liked the solitude. Not to say that he didn't like the others, he did, he just liked not always feeling like he had to find things to say and to hold up his end of any conversations. Sometimes he had nothing to say, sometimes he just didn't want to say anything and quite often he had no idea what to say. He had seen the way the others looked at him when he was quiet or when he just shrugged in response to them and to be honest, it did bug him a little but it was easy to ignore it for the most part. He was who he was.

They got to the farm and right away the people started circling around Miller, all fighting for his attention to start trading with him. 10K could see this would quickly go down hill. He took a deep breath and let out a loud whistle to the shock of everyone gathered.

He fought the strong need to flee from having everyone's gaze on him. "Listen up, this isn't a race so there is no need to rush. Let's take a step back and see if we can handle this better."

Miller gave him a thumbs up and a huge grin in thanks as the crowd thinned out and people sat down and in a much calmer order started either listing off what they had, what they wanted, or both.

Clarke and Octavia finished cleaning up the clinic before grimly leaving it in search of Murphy and his group. Not only did they know that their answers wouldn't go over well, they also felt like they failed as they have no clue what to do to help Murphy, or even if anything even would.

Their search led them to the cafeteria where everyone that was in the building was sitting down for some lunch. Stepping in had all eyes on them, the weight of the stares heavy and curious. Clarke ignored the way Bellamy was waiting on her to go to him, instead going straight to the table Murphy was at.

She didn't waste any time and went right into it. "We've finished all the tests I could think of, would you like to come back to the clinic so we can talk about what we found?"

Murphy glared at her, looked down at his plate, then back up to her. "Why would I want to leave this perfectly good food to walk all the way to the clinic, hear what you have to say and then back here? You can just save us the trip and speak here."

Clarke shouldn't have been as startled by his tone and words as she was, he really a very unpleasant person, which she already knew.

"Alright then. Your body is declining in health because of the virus, thanks to the vaccine. Your white blood cells are trying to do its job and fight off the infection at the same time that the virus is trying to take over. The vaccine they gave you obviously was meant to change the way the virus reacted to the human body, sort of like a counter effect. However, in your body, at the same time as it's doing that, it's also slowly taking over. You aren't turning but you're not healthy or, as far as I can tell, going to get healthier."

The silence was overwhelming after she was done explaining, as was the looks she was getting. None of that hit her more than the two tears she saw fall from Murphy's eyes before he quickly wiped them away and closed off any emotion from showing on his face. It was too late, though, she had already saw them and didn't know what to make of them.