Clarke remembered everything; Bellamy fighting Tristan, Finn running to his rescue, she assumed it was for her, and not for Bellamy. She remembered Jasper making it so any one outside the drop ship was fried to a crisp. Bellamy and Finn we most likely dead, there was no way they could have survived the flames. There was a small hope though, Jasper had trouble getting them to blast off, so he had to go and do it manually. It was only about a minute, but maybe that minute saved them. Clarke sighed.
After the orange smoke, and the people in gas suits came, there's a black patch in her memory of how she got here. She was here though. In a quarantine ward, it seemed odd. Why would they need to be quarantined? Where they sick with something? She hadn't seen anyone but Monty, and locked doors separated them. Funny how they never had to learn to pick a lock in earth skills, because they thought the earth was uninhabited, right now it would have been a handy trick to know. Clarke flopped down on her bed, it was comfortable, more comfortable than the makeshift cots they had had back at camp. She had forgotten what a real bed felt like. Even when she was on the ark, she spent months in a cell with a bed that wasn't half as comfortable as the one she had back in her parents unit.
A sigh escaped Clarke's lips, and then she heard the door open. She bolted upright to be faced with a women whose nose and mouth were covered with a surgical mask, a tray of food in her hands. Clarke was surprised to see the woman; she just stared at her in shock. The woman made her way to the table next to Clarke's bed put the food down and turned around and left, after the door was shut there was a small click, which must have been her locking the door. Clarke looked toward the food, was it safe to eat what they gave her? She wondered. Her stomach growled. She turned away and went towards the circle shaped window on the door. A man was exiting Monty's room; he also wore a surgical mask over his nose and mouth. Moments later Monty was looking out of his own window at Clarke; the only difference was Monty was eating a sandwich while doing so. Clarke decided the food must be safe; they wouldn't keep them in quarantine just to poison them. She walked back towards her bed and picked up the sandwich.
Clarke had never had a sandwich before; they didn't really have the means to make them on the ark. However she was told that it was something a lot of the male grounders who had lived on the ark missed the most about earth. It seemed a funny thing to miss, seeing as it was just bread with vegetables and meat shoved between them. She took a bite, and soon realized it wasn't so silly. It was an explosion of different tastes on her tongue. She never had anything like it. As Clarke sat on her bed, eating the food it dawned upon her. She could have asked the woman why they were here. She could have asked what they were doing here. She didn't though; she just stared at her shocked to see someone else inside her room. She quickly realized though, she would have other chances when they brought her food later on.
It wasn't hard to get bored waiting, the only stimulation she had was a painting on the wall. She remembered seeing it in a book before; she believed the artist was Van Gough. She tried to remember what the book said about his life. It said he was a recluse or something; maybe it was that no one liked him. He became super famous though because even though he was a tormented man he only painted things of beauty, which was rare and beautiful. Why was there a famous painter's painting on her wall? Why was she here? Clarke felt like screaming but knew it would make no difference. Then she heard the door open, she shoot up ready to question the person with food. It wasn't a person with food though. It was a doctor.
"How are you feeling?" He asked, he had a mustache that reminded Clarke of a walrus. He tied rubber tubing over her left bicep, and started to prep a needle to draw blood.
"I'm feeling confused. Why am I here? Why is Monty here?" Clarke felt a little hysterical, but she took some breaths to calm herself down. "Why are we being quarantined?" She managed to say more calmly.
"Radiation." The doctor answered simply.
"But the earth is survivable, why would we be quarantined because of radiation? And why would people be wearing masks when bring me food?" None of what he said was adding up to Clarke, she wasn't dumb. People don't get quarantined because of radiation.
"Take a deep breath." The doctor inserted the needle into her arm and drew a blood sample. "Clarke, you need to understand only this one thing." He said. "What we are doing is best for all of you." Clarke couldn't help but feel that was a big fat lie.
After the doctor left Clarke was again alone with her thoughts, she didn't want to think about what was happening here. Why she was being held against her will, why she had a blood sample taken, why radiation was the excuse the doctor used when it obviously was not the real reason. A sigh escaped her lips. Instead she though about Bellamy, Tristan had really gave him a beating and closing the drop ship doors on him and also on Finn had been the hardest thing she had to do. It would seem the men in her life had a bad habit of ending up on the wrong side of the door. First her dad when he got floated. Then Bellamy and Finn when she had to close the door and give Jasper the command to set their camp on fire. Bellamy was wrong about her not having the guts to make the hard choices. She wished he wasn't, maybe he'd still be here if he wasn't. A tear found it way down her cheek, she wiped it away and decided sleep was her only escape from her thoughts.