Well, sorry this took a while. I'm preparing for exams, and things are crazy. I can't guarantee another chapter until later in December, because of school.

For the next week, Raven was pumped full of anti-emetics and nutrition. She didn't gain any weight at first, but at least she wasn't losing any. She was still tired, with the energy to do little more than make her way to the bathroom, eat a few bites here and there, and sleep.

One day that week, Bellamy and Jasper came to see her. She had decided, even though it was still early, she would tell them why she had been sick for so long.

"Hi," Bellamy said, coming in. He moved over to her and hugged her gently. Jasper did the same, unable to keep his eyes off the nj tube.

"How are you?" Bellamy asked, sitting down.

"Better."

"Really? You lo-" Jasper was cut off by Bellamy's elbow in his ribs.

"I know," Raven said, smiling, "I look like shit."

Jasper merely blinked. He looked awful. Raven knew he was struggling with grief, and felt bad that she hadn't been able to be there for him the past month.

"Jasper, how are you?"

"I'm um… Getting by."

She nodded.

"Raven, how are you?" Bellamy asked. He hadn't seen her at all since she had been sick. He was teaching survival and hunting skills to some of people from the Arc, which kept him busy.

"I'm getting better. The feeding tube will help a lot. Actually, Abby says I can probably move back to my tent soon."

"I didn't realize things were so bad to begin with," Bellamy said apologetically.

"It's alright. Uh, I thought I'd let you guys know what's going on. I have been sick, but the reason for that is that I'm pregnant." The words jumbled out quickly, and she waited for their response.

"Is it-" Bellamy started.

"It's Wick's."

"Wow, Raven," Jasper's eyes were huge.

"I know. It came as a big surprise. But Wick and I are happy, and maybe starting something new around here will help…"

"Congratulations," Bellamy said, still looking a bit stunned.

"Thanks."

The rest of their conversation was a bit awkward, and Raven almost wished she hadn't told them.

That afternoon, Octavia came in after a work shift. She seemed tense as she entered the room. Raven hadn't seen her since she had almost died.

"Hey Raven."

"Hey."

"How are you feeling?"

"Still pretty crappy. The meds are helping, but I'm still throwing up a couple of times a day."

"At least you're still getting food with the tube, right?"

She nodded.

"It's pretty uncomfortable, but it's good. It's helping," she said, realizing that she was rubbing her belly. Though she was only 2 months pregnant, this baby had already become such a huge part of her life. Her thoughts were interrupted by a sigh from her warrior friend. Raven looked up and studied Octavia. There were deep bags under the girl's eyes, and she looked as if she hadn't slept in quite a while.

"Are they over-working you over at food prep? You look… well, probably worse than I do."

"I'm fine," Octavia said, with an edge to her voice.

"Alright," the pregnant woman said, eyebrows raised. "Oh, I told Jasper and Bellamy this morning."

"Yeah? How'd it go?"

"I don't know. They were both kind of weird."

"Men. Don't worry, they'll get over it."

"I hope so."

Raven's energy level ever so slowly began to improve, and by the next week, she was awake for up to 8 hours a day, and was beginning to get bored. Abby was changing the feed going into Raven's nj tube, when she finally said what the girl had been waiting to hear for weeks.

"Raven, I think you're ready to move back to your tent."

"Really?" The woman asked excitedly.

"Yes. You'll need to come in for liquids probably twice a day."

She nodded.

"And I still want you to take at least another week off of work."

"Aww, Abby. Come on!"

"Raven, A week ago you nearly died. I doubt you could stand for long periods of time right now anyway"

She sighed.

Just then, Wick came in with something in his hands.

"Abby told me that you're going back to your tent today."

"Yup. What's that?"

"It's a backpack for your nj pump. It'll be more portable."

"Thanks, Wick."

"Alright, you're all set. Wick, will you help Raven back to her tent?"

"My pleasure." He was about to pick her up, when she stopped him.

"Uh, no. I can walk."

He nodded, grabbing her leg brace and handing it to her. As she put it on, he put the nj pump into the backpack, putting it on his own shoulders. As she got up, he tucked his arm around her, and that's how they walked out into the camp. Raven grew tired halfway to her tent, and she became glad for Wick's support, leaning on him heavily.

"Raven!" The girl saw Octavia running over to them.

"Good to see you up and about for more than a piss!"

The mechanic smiled wearily.

"You headed back toward your tent?"

She nodded.

"Want some company?"

"Sure."

The warrior girl walked along with the two, and when they got to Raven's tent, she helped settle Raven on her cot while Wick went back to the lab. The womanl pulled off her brace, laying down and catching her breath. She noticed that Octavia's eyes were bloodshot and she had increasingly purple shadows under them. She was looking even worse than the last time she had seen her.

"Octavia, why do you look like you haven't slept in a week?"

"I'm fine."

"Wow. That was a lie if I ever heard one. What's up?"

"Nothing. I'm okay."

"Come on, O. Cut the shit."

"I uh… haven't been sleeping well."

"Why?"

"Nightmares."

"Oh."

"Not just like… normal ones. They feel real. When I wake up, it feels like I'm still in them. It feels like I can't breathe."

"What kind of things are you dreaming about?"

"Those people… all those children."

"Mount Weather?"

She nodded.

"I've been having nightmares too."

"About Murphy?"

"Nah. More about Mount Weather and Finn."

Octavia nodded. "We're all pretty screwed up, aren't we?"

"Yeah, I guess so. Speaking of screwed up, where's Clarke? Has anyone heard from her?"

"Not since we got back from Mount Weather. Abby has sent out search parties, but Clarke knows enough to not be found if she doesn't want to be."

"Do you think she'll come back?"

"Maybe. I don't know. She has a lot of guilt resting on her. It would take a lot for her to come back. Why? Do you want her to come back?"

"I guess I feel like we all have blame. I hope that's not the only thing that's keeping her away. I guess I hope she's safe wherever she is."

"I do too."

Raven woke up that night hearing screams from several tents away. She thought she recognized the voice, and immediately sat up. Her NJ tube feed was pumping, so she put the bag of liquid into her backpack, strapped on her brace and then went outside into the chilly night air. Jasper was outside Octavia's tent, looking uncomfortable. Raven knew Lincoln had gone out hunting for the night, so the warrior girl was alone. Without hesitation, Raven opened the flap and, adjusting her brace, knelt down next to Octavia's bed. She was thrashing and screaming.

"Hey, wake up."

The girl screamed, covering her ears with her hands.

"Octavia, it's me. It's Raven. Wake up!"

She let out a few more screams, which changed to yelps, and then whimpers.

"It's okay. It's okay." Raven wasn't sure if the girl was awake yet, but she attempted to put a hand on the girl's shoulder. She realized too late that this was a bad idea when Octavia lashed out, jerking her elbow into Raven's jaw. The kneeling woman fell backward, stunned. She laid there for a few minutes before rising, checking that her pump and NJ tube were still okay. Octavia had stopped thrashing, and was curled into herself, crying.

"Are you awake?"

She heard several shaky breaths, then a soft "Mhm."

"Can I lay down next to you?"

A pause, then another "mhm."

She got up slowly, making sure she wasn't going to pass out, then set her backpack on the stump next to Octavia's bed. Crawling onto the cot, she pulled up the blanket that had been kicked to the end of the bed.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No."

"Okay." Raven put her arm around Octavia's waist. "Just try to rest."

The next morning, Raven woke up with the urgent need to throw up, and found herself quite disoriented in Octavia's tent. She pulled her brace on haphazardly and grabbed her backpack, She somehow made it outside, where she threw up as close to the fence as she dared. When she was done, she noticed that her jaw was extremely sore, and reached up to find it swollen.

"Sorry about that," Octavia said from a few feet away. She must have followed her outside.

"Don't worry about it."

"Are you going to try to eat some breakfast?"

"I guess I'll try."

Raven readjusted the straps on her brace, then followed Octavia toward main camp. Halfway there, she grabbed Octavia's shoulder, gasping for breath.

"Are you okay? Is it your heart?" the girl asked quickly, searching Raven's face.

"I'm fine. I just need a break. And maybe a shoulder to lean on."

Octavia waited until Raven had caught her breath, then let the older girl lean on her while she wrapped her arm around Raven's waist. The two walked into main camp together, both shooting death glares at anyone who stared too long at Raven. They sat down at one of the tables where a few of their friends sat. Surprisingly, Jasper and Bellamy seemed to be more comfortable around Raven now. They caught her up on things that were happening around camp, and Raven started to feel included and welcome again.

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