“I don’t have all day,” snaps the Orderly.
She turns the cup slowly, buying time. Clarke won’t let her lift her arm. He doesn’t want the pills. She doesn’t know what to do.
“Miranda,” Lye says it like a warning.
Shou looks nervously between Miranda and the impatient Orderly.
Her hand shakes, Her grip tightens. Clarke hasn’t been loose in days. He’s mad.
“Please,” she whispers.
“Is this going to be another situation?”
She drops the cup.
Lye has just enough time to gather Shou behind his back before Clarke throws himself at the orderly with a howl of rage.