Clarke's POV
Sitting on the floor with her hands covering her ears, Clarke willed herself not to cry. Yet again, she had found herself locked up and completely alone. The crack of a whip that had woken her up was what really terrified her.
She couldn't help but remember the healer's dead body being carried away last night. It was either a blessing or a curse that he had died just before she arrived. Now, all she could do was patiently wait to hear her fate.
As she heard the whip crack for the third time, Clarke silently prayed that the victim would be okay. She knew there was a good chance that some of her people had been sent here when they were invaded, and that Bellamy could be among them. Her heart filled with sorrow when she looked down at her stomach. She wished he knew, so he could have something to truly fight for. All she wanted right now was to see his face.
Clarke squinted as light came bursting through the door and two figures stumbled in. She froze the instant her eyes met Miller's. Seeing his face contorted in pain, and his shirt ripped and bloody, she quickly connected the dots and jumped to her feet. As Miller was dragged on to the table by an unfamiliar man, his eyes widened at the sight of her pregnant belly.
"You have 10 minutes to fix him," the grounder barked, moving to guard the door.
"It's going to be okay, just lie on your stomach," she said, trying to sound confident.
"It's good to see you," Miller managed to say, with a weak smile on his face.
"You too. Just let me do the talking and try not to pass out."
While she got to work she quickly told Miller as much as possible, making sure to include anything that could possibly be useful for the fate of their people. She didn't have much resources to work with, but she tried her hardest to minimise his pain and prevent infection. When she noticed his eyes fighting to stay open, she finally let herself ask the one question on her mind.
"Is Bellamy here?"
She watched Miller intently, waiting for the response that could make or break her. Realising that his head was slowly moving up and down, her tears finally began to fall. She hadn't heard good news in months, and finally knowing where Bellamy was meant the world to her.
"Time's up," the grounder interrupted.
"Surely you can give him more time to rest, he's barely conscious."
The grounder ignored her completely. "If you don't get up boy, you and your friend here will suffer. Now come."
Miller groaned as he slowly got off the table. He looked at Clarke briefly, thankfulness in his eyes. Clarke watched sadly as the grounder took Miller back outside. As the door shut again, she quickly came to terms with the fact that it was the only thing stopping her from seeing the father of her child.