(You should read Part I: Jus Drein Jus Daun first)

· I am not a Doctor… keep that in mind.

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OKAY here we go:

PART II: "Re-Writing History"

Chapter 1:

Nyko: "Put her over there."

Abby: "Jackson, blood. Now."

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Day two

Abby: "I've done everything I can, now it's up to them."

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Day 4

Octavia: "It's taking too long, what's wrong?"

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Day 7

Kane: "Is it safe being unconscious this long?"

Abby: "They're out of the woods physically. Mentally…it's a question mark."

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Day 8

Raven: "We just have to have some hope."

Octavia: "I'm running low on that lately…"

...Day 9

Clarke's eyes fluttered open before she winced and closed them again. The fluorescent lights above her were blinding. She opened her eyes slightly again, this time prepared for the burn of the light. When her eyes adjusted and could focus she saw a warrior staring at her from the corner of the room. His eyes were wide, she watched as he quickly glanced to his left with a hopeful look before rushing out of the room without a word.

That was weird, Clarke thought. Clarke began to look around. She was in the Ark, that much was clear. Medical Bay, she thought. She heard the hum and beeps of heart monitors; she saw tubes and medical supplies everywhere. Her left arm had an IV in it. She had a cotton long sleeve shirt on and her boy shorts underwear on. Clarke scratched her head trying to make sense of everything. Her muscles were stiff, sore and weak, she didn't have the faintest reason why. She looked around the room before her eyes landed on a bed to her right.

She saw a petit body lying there, the blankets tugged snug around the feet and legs. She saw olive skin of a hand and arm resting on top of the blankets that looked like marble; she saw a sword hanging beside the bed along with a long black coat. Clarke shifted slightly; her body was so weak and stiff. She ignored its protests so she could properly see who lay in the bed.

Clarke stopped moving. Her breath left her and her heart stopped.

Lexa? She thought.

What was the Commander doing here in the Ark? More importantly, what was Lexa doing in the medical bay, in the Ark?

Clarke shook her head trying to make sense of what she was seeing. This didn't make any sense.

She looked around the room again before looking back at the unmoving body. She saw tubes and IV's not unlike her own sticking out of the girl. Clarke's mouth twitched slightly as she took in the girls form. Her chest was rising and falling slowly. She looked peaceful lying there. Clarke allowed herself a few more moments of watching the peaceful scene, she found looking at her made her calm down, made her head feel a little less foggy.

No matter how she looked at it though, she couldn't connect the dots.

This doesn't make any sense.

Clarke tried to search her brain for reasoning. Her head felt fuzzy, the more she tried to remember the more she found blank or fuzzy images. She shut her eyes tight and tried to think, tried to sort it all out. She tried to remember what she was doing right before she woke up here in the Ark.

The last thing she remembered was standing in front of the door to Mount Weather.

As the memory entered her head she felt her insides clench and send a tremor through her before it passed. The bodily response to the memory shocked her. She couldn't remember anything after Lincoln blew the door's lock. She kept her eyes shut and tried to push her brain to think, to recall what she was missing.

Her memories before that were intact: Images from before the battle at Mount Weather began to flow in a timeline. She saw herself kill Finn to save her people. She saw herself trying to scrub away his dried sticky blood from her fingertips. She saw the pyre with Lexa beside her. She saw herself sending Bellamy to the mountain alone; she saw Raven and her pulse generators, Octavia and her sword, and lots of images of Lexa; Those ones ringing through clearer than the others.

Clarke's hand reached up to clutch her chest right above her heart as images began to bombard her mind.

The one at the forefront was Lexa kissing her. She felt nerves course through her body at the thought. She saw herself return the kiss before telling her she wasn't ready. Another pain in her heart made her rub her hand on her chest trying to soothe it.

No matter how hard she tried to focus nothing else came to her mind.

Clarke rubbed her sore head trying to remember. Her head began to throb with a headache. She rubbed her temples before bringing her hands to her eyes and rubbing them as well. She felt confused, lost and empty.

Clarke shifted on the bed so she was now on her side facing the Commander's bed.

Her memory felt spotty. Like there were parts of it missing. She tried to ignore how much that worried her.

Clarke found her eyes trained on the Commander again. As she watched the peaceful girl she felt herself relax slightly, her mind began to focus as she watched the chest rise and fall. Clarke felt her breathing return to a normal pace as she matched her breathing to the rise and fall of the girl in the room with her.

She remained there until she fell asleep again.