2 months later
Clarke's POV
Clarke sat by the window of her room, hands resting on her stomach. She spent most nights like this, secretly hoping someone would get injured so she would have someone to talk to.
Whether it was her pregnancy, or her skills as a medic, she was getting special attention from the grounders. Unlike her friends, she slept on a bed in the room she worked in, and was sent three fairly decent meals a day.
Because the door was often locked, she had only been outside a few times to see her people. At first, she couldn't control her happiness to finally see their faces. Then, she saw the pain in their eyes, and the way that they walked around camp doing their chores. Clarke's clean and healthy appearance had sent many looks of confusion in her direction.
The ones from Raven and Jasper hurt the most. Every part of her wanted to run over to embrace them and explain why she was being treated differently. The rational part of her, however, knew she had to fly under the radar, for the safety of her baby. If that meant she was a coward who sucked up to grounders, she didn't care.