Chapter 6

"Hey Princess, we found something that might help." Bellamy entered his cabin made from logs and the makeshift brick fireplace and chimney.
"What's that?" Clarke croaked, straightening up.
"It's a medication that's supposed to help your condition. It's only supposed to help though so you'll still be on bed rest."
"Who figured this out? Was it in one of the books?" She asked, excited to think that her protégés might actually be better at the job than she originally thought.
"Actually, Raven managed to get a radio working, one that reached the Ark. Your mum is still alive, so is most of the Ark." Bellamy smiled. He knew she had been grieving over the loss of her mother.
"What about the ship we saw crash? Who was on that?"
"Our previous Chancellor learned that Earth was survivable, and that there weren't enough seats for everybody. She led a rebellion and everyone who sided with her died." Bellamy explained, handing her a small tablet and some water.
"Can I talk to my mum?" She asked after swallowing the tablet.
"We did agree for you not to just yet, we didn't want you to leave the bed but I can't say no to you, not about this. I'll just carry you, that way you stay off your feet." Bellamy smiled that small half grin of his.
Octavia pulled the blankets back and helped Bellamy by opening the doors for him.

"Hey Raven, is Abby still around?" Bellamy asked, walking into her work station with Clarke in his arms.
"Yeah I think so. Here, have this chair." Raven stood up, giving Bellamy the wooden chair for Clarke. She picked up the black radio and began asking for Abby Griffin.
"I'm here Raven. Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, there's just someone here who wants to talk to you." Raven smiled, mostly to herself, before handing Clarke the radio.
They'd spoken before now, when Raven had made a radio from a remote control truck from a hidden bunker. Clarke had needed her mums help when Finn was stabbed by the Grounder that took Octavia. It turned out, he only took Octavia to save her, he only stabbed Finn to defend himself and they now called him by Lincoln and he was one of the most trusted people in their little village. "Mum!" Clarke exclaimed.
"Oh, Clarke. It's so good to hear your voice honey." Abby was relieved. When you're a mother and you're separated from your child, one in space and one on Earth, it was one of the greatest feelings to hear their voice.
"Mum, I miss you." Clarke cried. Her pregnancy hormones were going crazy, she was saddened by smaller things but even without those hormones, she still might have cried hearing her mothers' voice after believing for months that she was dead.
"I miss you too Clarke, but you're going to be alright. You're going to have a strong and healthy baby and you're going to be just fine. Has anyone else gotten pregnant?" Abby loved her daughter, but she struggled with meaningless chit chat, the 'how are you' and 'what have you been up to' and telling her how life was on the Ark wasn't something she wanted to get into. Besides, Abby thought she knew pretty well how Clarke was and what she'd been up to. Raven had filled her in.
"No, I'm the only one."
"So your device malfunctioned. It happens sometimes. Do you know if it was removed when you were in Mount Weather?" Abby asked.
"Yes it was. They said children were too precious and leaving such a device is could affect the fetus." Clarke replied.
"How do you feel? What have been your symptoms? Anything unusual?" Abby asked.
"I've been getting bad headaches, sometimes my vision blurred, sharp pains under my ribs and shortness of breath."
"Okay. It sounds like you could possibly have pre-eclampsia. Do you know if a blood pressure device was taken from the mountain when you raided their supplies?" Abby asked.
"Um, I think there was one actually." Clarke replied before turning to the Bellamy. "Bel, in the med bay there should be a plastic thing that wraps around an arm and it should be attached to a small tube that has a pump type thing attached and it'll have small device attached. I need you to find it." Clarke directed.
"Okay. I'll get Finn and Harper to help me."

It took them ages, Clarke's description wasn't very helpful and they didn't know what system she had going on in the med bay. They eventually found what we were after though. For some reason Bellamy was looking for something a lot bigger. This thing was grey and white and probably half the size that he'd imagined.

"We found it." Bellamy declared, holding the device up above his head proudly.
"It took you long enough." Clarke snapped.
"Sorry Princess, we had no clue what we were supposed to be looking for."
"I told you what you were looking for."
"We aren't as experienced as you are, your description could have meant anything in my head. You're lucky I brought back what you wanted and not a deer or something." Bellamy joked, trying to lighten the mood.
"Mum, we found it." Clarke radioed to Abby.
"Okay, can you see how to use it?"
"I think so. Hang on." She slid the plastic sleeve over her arm. "Bellamy, can you just wrap that around until it's tight enough? It'll just velcro to the outside." Clarke looked at Bellamy. "Or is that too hard?" She scrutinised.
"I think I can manage."
"It's one hundred and forty-six over ninety." Clarke told her mother in a bland voice. She was realising there was still a lot for her to learn.
"Okay, that's bad. Bed rest, keep taking your medication and check your blood pressure every four hours. We want it to go down. Bellamy, I want you to get her back to bed. Keep her hydrated."

"Do you want anything to read?" Bellamy asked once they were back in the cabin.
"No thanks. My head really does hurt, I might just try to get some sleep." Clarke paused. "I'm sorry for snapping at you."
"It's okay. I know you didn't mean to. You just rest, get yourself better and keep our little baby kicking. Can I get you anything?"
"Actually, you can get me you. Will you lay with me?" Clarke felt silly for asking but she really didn't want him to leave her alone.
"Let me get us some dinner and water first. You need to eat." And with that Bellamy left to get their dinner.

Three days later, Bellamy and Clarke were arguing about her being out of bed, and not just out of bed, but working and helping others with their jobs.
"Bel, I appreciate the concern, but I honestly think that maybe there was some confusion with the diagnosis. I think my symptoms mimicked that of pre-eclampsia. The only thing wrong with me now, is this argument. I'm sore from always sitting or laying down. I need to be up, I need to be moving…your baby needs me up and moving." She bit the inside of her lower lip, hoping the baby thing would soften him up and he'd ease off.
"Clarke, I don't agree. I can't let you put yourself and our child at risk." Bellamy nearly yelled. He was pointing at the ground, which he only ever did when he was serious and usually pissed.
"Bellamy, I promise I won't overdo it, and I've been monitoring my blood pressure and it's normal. I think Lincoln had it right the first time. I'd been overdoing it to the point where my body couldn't cope any longer. I ignored the signs it was sending me, telling me to slow down but…" She trailed off, fighting tears in her eyes.
"But what?" Bellamy asked, still mad but sounding softer.
"But I don't know how! All I have done since we got here was go, go and go. It was mission after mission, emergency after emergency, hunt after hunt. Now my body is telling me to back off and I know I need to but I have no idea how to. I feel useless." She succumbed to her tears, a sob building in her chest.
"Oh, Princess, you are anything but useless. If it wasn't for you, so many lives would have been lost. We wouldn't have survived the Grounder attack, we wouldn't have established rules and a society. I wanted everyone to do whatever the hell they wanted and it was you who convinced me that we needed those things. You convinced me to stick around, to talk to Jaha about shooting him. We don't work without each other. There's no me without you and the whole time you were gone, every time I had to make a decision, I asked myself 'what would Clarke do?' and that's how we got to where we are now." By this point Clarke had fallen to ground, heaving her sobs. Bellamy pulled her into his lap and rocked her, stroking her hair in an attempt to settle her down. "I trust you. If you say you're okay, I'll agree with you but I will be checking up on you through the day, every day and if I think you've had enough, you need to trust me." Bellamy kissed the top of her forehead and they stayed like that until she'd calmed down. People had stopped to check on them and the glances didn't stop until Clarke had settled down and Bellamy got her off the ground.