Clarke's POV
Feeling completely nauseated, Clarke rested her head against the metal of the dropship wall and closed her eyes. She was on the top level, alone with a heavily built grounder who stood by the hatch door. Faintly, she could hear the grounder's leader, Anya, talking to the next girl down below.
Clarke had been down there minutes ago, where Anya had talked to her while her health was assessed by a doctor. She had tried to be as helpful as she could, knowing Anya's threats were true and someone she cared about could pay the price. Cooperating was the best option for the hundred, and she silently prayed Bellamy would feel the same way.
Her heart had really begun to race the moment the doctor said that she may be carrying a child. Clarke had suspected it a week ago, and wasn't ready to hear a second opinion, especially from a grounder that could potentially kill her.
She had been surprised to catch a glimpse of shock on Anya's face before it quickly returned to hard stone. Soon after, Clarke was forced to climb up the ladder, where all she could do was wait, feeling completely useless.
Clarke opened her eyes, forcing herself to do something. Slowly, she edged her way toward a faint patch of sunlight, hoping there was a hole in the wall she could look through. She made her body replicate the same resting position she was in before as she waited for the grounder to lose interest in her sudden movement. Finally, she peered through the small hole to see a portion of the camp below.
Clarke felt a quick wave of relief when she realised Bellamy was just in her view. As his body suddenly became more animated with rage, terror truly began to take control of her mind. Drawn to the sound of his yelling, a grounder had started to move toward him, gun in hand. Clarke couldn't stop the cry that escaped her mouth. Bellamy moved his head toward the dropship in response, just before the grounder knocked him out with the gun.