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Clarke"s POV
I wake up in a room that sends shivers down my spine. Already sensing that I"m in the hospital I sit up quickly and I feel a flash of pain in my head. My hand rushes up to rub it and I slowly lay back down sighing. The last time I was in the hospital was for months after I"d been shot. They made me stay at the hospital during recovery since I had no parents. I hear a knock and look to see Bellamy standing there looking concerned.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, just didn"t drink enough water."
He looks at me with a hint of disbelief but finally accepts it. I close my eyes to relax when I hear more footsteps. I open them and see a nurse with a huge smile on her face.
"I thought I should tell you the good news!"
I look at her confused and she looks to Bellamy.
"I"m assuming you"re the father?"
My heart stops, realizing what she just implied.
"What do you mean father?"
Bellamy asks, confusion etched on his face.
"She"s pregnant!"
The nurse looks happy, still not getting that Bellamy and I aren"t together. I clear my throat and say in the plainest voice I can,
"We"re not together, Miss."
The nurse pales and realizes her mistake.
"Oh, I apologize, well I better get going!"
The nurse hurries out the door, eager to get out of this awkward situation.
"You"re pregnant?"
I shrug my shoulders and close my eyes, trying not to show how embarrassed I am. He probably thinks I"m some sort of whore, that I sleep around.
"Wanna talk about it?"
I look at him and we make eye contact and for a split second I"m tempted to tell him everything, but I look away and shake my head. He sighs and starts to head out the door when he turns around and looks at me.
"You hungry?"
As if on cue my stomach grumbles and we both burst out laughing, ignoring the pounding in my head.
Bellamy"s POV
We pull in to the nearest McDonald"s and order some cheap meals. We find a small table and sit down.
"So.. where"s your mom?"
She asks, I sigh, not knowing the answer.
"I don"t know, probably buying groceries or something, I don"t think she knows you were in the hospital."
"Can we not tell her? Sorry, I don"t want you keeping secrets from her, I just don"t want her worrying."
I smile, looking down.
"Of course, it"s not like I haven"t kept something from her before. You sure you don"t wanna talk about it though?"
She sighs and looks down.
"It was after I ran away, I went to 711 and didn"t have money so I flirted with the cashier and he paid for my monster. I went out to the back of the 711 to smoke real quick and..."
She stops midsentence, looking on the verge of breaking down. I place my hand on her shoulder and she leans into it. Wiping her eyes, she sighs and puts on a fake smile.
"Anyways, I walked away and that"s when I saw Octavia."
I cringe when I realize the cashier I"d talked to must"ve been the one who did it to her. Anger flows through me and I try to breathe to calm myself down, but I just get madder. No one should have to go through that. She seems to notice my anger and quickly adds.
"It wasn"t like I was raped, I never said no, and I didn"t fight."
She looked more defeated than ever, almost guilty. More anger flows through me because she blames herself. I scoot in next to her and hug her, she places her head on my shoulder and I feel tears soak my shirt. She makes no noises and we just sit there for a while, just me and her.