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I wrote most of this at one in the morning, so it’s probably really bad

48: “We accidentally got married in Vegas oops”

Clarke woke up with a killer headache. She groaned and looked over at the clock. 11:30. Sighing, she started groping around the bed for an article of clothing to put on so she could get out of bed and freshen up. Bellamy was half on top of her shirt, and he stirred when she pulled it out from underneath him. She assumed his headache was throbbing just as much as hers was when he groaned and shoved his face into his pillow.

She pulled on the shirt, and got out of bed. The night before, Clarke had been smart enough to put the bottle of painkillers on her bedside table. She took a couple out before leaning over Bellamy and putting it on his bedside table.

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She runs down the hallway, still in her blood-spattered surgery scrubs, and barely makes it into the bathroom before vomiting.

Her hands shake as she clutches the hard edges of the sink, and a cold sweat gathers on her brow. Still smelling the mix of tangy iron and antiseptic, she coughs up more of her empty stomach. The image of the boy’s insides soaked in blood–they couldn’t find the bleeder, goddamn it, why didn’t they find the bleeder–won’t be purged though, so her own insides roll a third time.

The door swings open as Clarke is wiping the spittle from her chapped lips. 

“You said you’d be able to handle it.”

Clarke glares at Anya over her shoulder. “He died.”

“He did. And we knew he probably would. You knew that, or you said you did. It’s the only reason I let you in the OR. So are you handling this, or not?”

Tears well up in Clarke’s eyes, because she did know, but her friends out in the waiting room didn’t. She had lied to them–she lied to Miller, his friend, and she lied to Octavia, who begged her to save the man she loved, and she lied to Bellamy, who looked at her with pleading eyes, to save his sister from heartbreak.

She had promised them that she would save Atom, and she hadn’t. 

“They’re waiting,” Anya says kindly, and Clarke hates her for it, because Anya is never kind. It’s what makes her an excellent mentor, and an excellent surgeon, and she shouldn’t change that just because her intern is being weak. 

She is right, though; her friends are waiting. So Clarke splashes her face with water, strips off her dirty outer layer of scrubs, and pushes past her resident out into the hall. 

When she walks into the waiting room, Octavia sees her first, but all Clarke can see is Bellamy’s face falling, because he knows. His sister doesn’t though, and Clarke has to force the words past her lips, words she knows well by now but wishes she didn’t.

“Octavia, I’m so sorry. We did everything we could, but–”

Octavia’s cry drowns out the rest of it, and then Bellamy’s shoulder drowns out his sister’s sobbing.

Clarke looks blankly at the siblings, at Octavia’s heaving back and Bellamy’s forgiving eyes. Still, she fists her hands and then rubs them on her scrubs, as if blood still remains there. 

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