Ever since you were little, you remember seeing Dr. Griffin. Either it was scraping your knee falling down the halls, or getting bruises from fighting with the other kids. You didnt mind seeing her, since she was much softer on you than the other doctors. Didnt tell you to slow it down or play nice. She encouraged your shennanigans.

You even got close with Clarke in the process. That is, before she got sent with the 100. You, not being a criminal, got to stay back. And in staying back, you learned that watching Clarke go down to Earth was harder on Abby than she let on.

Even now, youre in the medbay. Shes checking on an old wound she stitched in your abdomen a few weeks ago. A routine checkup, but she liked to keep you close nonetheless.

Her cold hands run over the layer of bandages that cover the old wound. Its healed by now, but, per Doc’s orders, you came back for her to make sure.

“You actually stayed out of trouble like i told you to,” she says with a smile, carefully unwrapping the cloth.

“It looks better. Youll be free to go in a few minutes. I just want to look at the stitches.”