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Clarke was fed up. She'd been working for 48 hours straight. Living off coffee, and trying to keep her eyes open during the third meeting of the day to discuss the fate of the young girl and boy who'd been brought in two days earlier after they'd been in a car crash.
To make matters worse, her coworker had called in sick, and they were so tight with staff that no one could cover for him, so she was on her own.
She was even beginning to regret her choice of becoming a nurse. Her sleep deprived state was making her think irrationally and she had half a mind to go tell her boss that she quit. But then again, most days she wanted to tell her boss that she quit, so it might not be the sleep talking.
Clarke was making herself the fifth coffee of the hour when her pager buzzed, signalling that there was an update on the car crash victims. Last she heard they'd managed to identify survivor as Octavia Blake, a twenty year old girl from South Georgia. They'd been trying to contact her family, and had finally managed to reach her older brother.
Clarke groaned, lifted her head off the bench, grabbed her coffee and headed to the second floor.
******
Bellamy was frantic. He'd received a phone call from The Ark Hospital in New York at eleven-thirty pm, telling him that his little sister had been involved in a fatal car accident. That luckily she had survived, however they weren't sure what her lasting injuries were, and that she was currently in a coma.
He'd then traveled as fast he could from Georgia to New York, and after a thirteen hour drive had arrived at The Ark Hospital.
He walked up to the desk in the foyer. A brown haired girl sat behind the counter, talking on the phone. A silver badge on her pocket said that her name was Roma. She held up a finger, said a few more things over the phone, and then hung up, turning to face Bellamy.
"Hello, welcome to The Ark Hospital, how can I help you today?" She says in a monotone, curling a strand of hair around her finger.
"Hi." Bellamy pants. "My little sister, Octavia Blake was admitted two days ago, I'd like to know what room she's in?"
"Octavia Blake...Octavia Blake..." Roma mutters as she types something, presumably Octavia's name, into the computer. "Yes, she's on the second floor, ICU room 319."
"Thank you." Bellamy shouts, already halfway to the elevator.
He frantically hits the up button, and is in the elevator before the doors fully open, hitting the button for the second floor, and bouncing on the balls of his feet as it travels upwards. The doors ding as they open, and he tears down the hallway. Room 315...316...317...318... Bang!
******
Clarke almost spills her coffee everywhere as the brown hairs man collides with her.
"Oh." The man steps back a little haphazardly. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going, are you alright?"
"Please try to pay attention, especially in a hospital, next time you're going to hit a patient and the paperwork will be unbelievable. I don't have time to fill out forms about why a patient in my care broke their leg. I have enough to take care of at the moment." Clarke straightens her uniform, running a hand through her hair. "Why were you in such a rush anyway?"
"I'm going to see my sister, she was in a car crash two days ago." He gestures to room 319.
"Oh." Clarke realises this man must be the brother of Octavia Blake. "You must be Octavia's brother, I'm Doctor Griffin, the nurse in charge of looking after your sister. Please come this way." Through her tired haze, Clarke notices the way the mans whole face lights up when she said Octavia's name.
She opens the door to room 319 and holds the door open for the man.
******
Bellamy rushes through the door. And walks over to the bed. His sisters face is almost unrecognisable, it's covered in cuts and scratches. More tubes than he can count go in and out of her body, connecting to beeping machines.
"O." He mutters, running a hand through her hair. "How'd you get yourself in this mess." A tear drops down onto his shirt.
"She was very lucky, she was the only survivor." The nurse, Doctor Griffin, says fixing a tube connected to Octavia's chest. "She's a fighter, she shouldn't have survived the surgery, but somehow she did it."
Bellamy wiped his eyes. "Can you tell me what exactly happened?"
The nurse looks up at him. "It was a two car collision, the driver of the other car was under the influence of alcohol, he was on the wrong side of the road. The driver of Octavia's car tried to swerve, resulting in the cars colliding, and spinning into the curb, Octavia's car flipped twice."
Bellamy could feel tears streaming down his face, but he didn't try to stop them. This was almost exactly like what had happened to his mum. "And her injuries?" He asked.
"Four broken ribs, ruptured spleen, punctured lung, broken leg, twelve inch gash to the head, and a strained neck." Doctor Griffin recites.
"Will she be okay." Bellamy feels the sobs racking his body and buries his head in his sister neck.
"If she wakes up, then yes."
******
The man sobs into his sisters neck. Clarke hopes that what she said is true.
She finishes checking Octavia's vital signs and walks over the door. She's about to leave Octavia and her brother alone when he speaks.
"Doctor Griffin?"
"Yes."
"Thank you, for everything."
Clarke smiles. "Just doing my job, and please, call me Clarke."
The man smiles back. "Well then thank you Clarke. I'm Bellamy by the way, Bellamy Blake."