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The next time Lina's eyes opened she was instantly aware of the thick straps around her wrists and ankles that tethered her body to the table. She craned her neck and found two tubes embedded into the flesh of her forearm. Each tube was filled with a reddish black liquid and flowed from her to another form lying on a another table

Marcus Kane.

Her breath caught as she ran her eyes over his still body. His chest was still rising and falling steadily, telling her that he was alive. Like her, he must have been sedated, but unlike her, he was not tied down like a criminal. She struggled against the restraints, hoping to tear free with pure strength, but quickly realized it was futile.

"Abby!" she called out into the silence. She was mindful that they must have been brought to separate area from Medical. The room was much darker and quieter than Abby's office. She clenched her jaw hard and ground her teeth together in frustration. She couldn't have been clearer with Abby that she didn't want this. She hadn't wanted help from the Sky People, she would have rather died. At least then she could have been with her family and friends.

"Marcelina." Abby's voice trailed in from behind Lina's head. "I didn't expect you to wake up so soon."

"Let me go!" Lina continued to wiggle under the pressure of the straps. The cool metal of the table felt refreshing against the burns on her back, but the weight of her body left an incessant sting in the wounded area.

"Please lay still." Abby kept her voice hushed, as though she didn't want to wake the chancellor.

"Kane!" Lina screamed in defiance. If Abby wanted him to stay asleep, then Lina wanted him awake… just for spite. "How dare you." She hissed at Abby. Kane's eyes fluttered open towards the ceiling.

"Marcus." Abby took two large steps so she could be at his side. "Don't move." She instructed with a hand on his chest to keep him down. "It's almost done."

"I didn't give you my permission." Lina cried out furiously, watching the blood flow through the tubes from her body to Kane's.

"Lina, please try to stay calm." Kane's voice sounded gruff with sleep.

"Why did you do this?" she asked, closing her eyes to stop the tears from spilling over. "I was ready to die, don't you get that?"

"And we couldn't sit by and watch it happen." Abby sighed with exasperation.

"I didn't want anyone to have to do this. Not for me." she motioned to Kane with her eyes. His skin looked shiny and pale even under the dim light. A few times she saw him shudder slightly but was unsure of what caused it to rattle through his body.

"I wanted to do it. I'm a grown man and make my own decisions." She watches a smile cross his face. "And as chancellor I made an executive decision to outlaw suicide by radiation poisoning." He turned his head to peer at her, but her expression was stoic and unamused.

"Marcus was also the only one with your blood type that we could find on such short notice." Abby informed her. Lina didn't reply. Instead she gazed at the ceiling shaking her head. Neither of the adults spoke to her for the next half hour until Abby formally stated that the process was complete. The entire content of Lina's veins had been circulated through Kane's body and was now decontaminated of any radiation.

For now.

Abby tried like hell to keep Lina on the table after she released her from the restraints, but had no luck. The girl was on her feet and walking, albeit wobbly, before anyone could stop her. She was grateful that her head had stopped pounding and she no longer felt the urge to vomit every time she moved, but the rage tore at her like a caged animal.

It wasn't so much the fact that she had made peace with death as much as the fact that she now felt like she owed them something. They had saved her life, and if she was being honest it was the second time they had done so. Had they not taken her into their camp there was no doubt that she would have died out on the ground. She wondered what would be easier to endure, the excruciating painful and slow process of death by radiation, or the agonizing hatred that poured into her from most of the citizen of Camp Jaha.

Lina had been walking aimlessly through the ship corridors. She wasn't sure where the exit was but she knew that eventually she'd stumble upon it. And then what? Would she stride out into the open unprotected? Where would she go from there? To Bellamy's tent? Through gates and into the deep dark forest?

There was a trickle of anger inside her for Bellamy, although not as pronounced as her fury with Abby and Kane. Bellamy must have known what the chancellor and doctor had been planning, and he most likely knew that she was against the entire idea. But he had still allowed it to proceed. The thought made her feel as though she was still tied to the medical table. Yes, she was up and walking and free to move as she pleased, but in reality she had no freedom. Her opinion and her wishes meant nothing to these people. They would be the ones who controlled her life from now on. They would be the ones who made the important decisions regardless of how she felt on the matter.

At last she came face to face with the exit, the blue tarp dancing on the cold breeze that flowed through the gaping hole in the wall. She stood frozen and stared at the exit, unsure of what to do next or where to go. Maybe it was better if she hide somewhere in the ship. At least it would be warm and free of the danger posed by the Sky People who wanted her strung up and beaten. Unexpectedly, a hand came to rest lightly on her shoulder. Lina jumped back in alarm and looked up into the face of the chancellor. His skin still seemed too sallow and thin for her liking, but he smiled nonetheless.

"Go ahead." He motioned to the door. She understood and took the first step into the moonlight and Kane followed close behind, his hand still on her shoulder. Although she wanted nothing more than to be far away from him, she was grateful for him as they moved through camp. They walked in silence while her feet guided her across the long stretch of open grass and mud. To her amazement, not a single glare or curse word was thrown her way and they glided past groups of campers. She was certain that Kane's presence had something to do with that. He was their leader, and he had their upmost respect. With Kane by her side it was though she was standing behind a thick sheet of protective glass.

She led them to the only place in the camp that she knew, Bellamy's tent. She didn't announce herself before stepping through the flap, followed by Kane. The young man was asleep on his cot, huddled under two blankets. Kane didn't say a word when he gave a shoulder a reassuring squeeze and left the tent. Apparently he believed she would be okay with the unconscious Bellamy for protection. But she wasn't so sure. Asleep, the man looked more like a child than a twenty-something year old. His face was free of worry, free of stress, free of fear. His usually intimidating appearance was staunched by the light patch of freckles that dusted his nose and cheeks.

She huffed; annoyed that she could feel her anger towards him dwindling. How could she be mad when he looked so innocent? She thought of waking him for no other purpose than to satisfy her need to be irritated with someone, anyone! But then she remembered the night before, when Bellamy had turned over restlessly in his sleep. She wondered how often he actually slept, and she felt a tinge of guilt at the idea of pulling him back to this shitty reality. Tomorrow was a new day, maybe then she wouldn't have so much trouble being furious with him.

She lay on her own cot and turned on her side with her back to him. She didn't want to keep looking at the man. She didn't like to think that someone who looked that peaceful and guiltless could have allowed hundreds of innocent people, her people, to perish in the place they called home. She wondered where he had been when her sister and father were dying in front of her eyes.

A thought tugged at the back of her mind. Something she had heard Robert say but hadn't paid much attention to. It had been a comment about the death of her people, about finishing what Bellamy had started.

The wind howled startling Lina and causing her to lose her train of thought. The cold air pierced the walls of the tent and sent shivers up her spine. She tugged the blankets up around her chin and curled herself into a tight ball to conserve body heat. God knows she wanted to sleep and cast the events of the day out of her mind (Had it really been less than 24 hours since Bellamy had threatened Robert with his knife?). But sleep was elusive that night. She had been unconscious for so long in the medical wing that her body rejected the rest. Instead she lay silently on her cot, staring at the wall pushing every thought that came to mind off to the side.