30. Miranda Gets Caught, Part 2 of 2

There is no nail on her left index finger and it is still bleeding. She is filthy. She is outside in her pajamas. She is not wearing shoes or glasses. It is almost dawn. She is standing in a hole about five feet deep and she is holding a dirty metal box.

“Over here! I see her!” Someone calls, “By the wall!”

Panicking, she covers the box in dirt to hide it and scrambles out of the hole and says, “I’m not going to resist! I’m not—”

But they bring her to the ground and jam the needle in anyway.


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29. Clarke Tries to Leave, Part 1 of 2

Miranda is not going to get them out. This leaves Clarke two options: Either wait and see or escape by himself.

Beating his way out would be easy, but Miranda doesn’t like it when he hurts people or breaks things.

So instead he is going to dig a tunnel by the wall in the far corner of the grounds. Dirt is piled high around him when his left hand jams into something hard. Miranda stirs. His control is slipping.

Before she can take over completely, he digs around the hard thing and pulls a long metal box into the light.


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28. Clarke is Afraid. Miranda is Afraid.

The only sounds are Miranda’s page turning and Lye’s banter with the volunteer librarian.

“So you’re from White Haven?” Lye drawls.

“Does he have to talk to everyone?” Shou hisses under his breath.

Miranda glares at Shou. “It breaks up the monotony.”

Shou winces, embarrassed that she heard him, and then is embarrassed that he winced. “Is there anyone he doesn’t like?”

“No, I’m from Riverdale.”

“What a commute!”

Miranda looks exhausted. Is she sleeping alright? Shou scratches his arm.

At last she says, “Most people, but it takes his mind off of being here,” and returns to her novel.


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26. Post-Breakfast Pill Distribution

“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.


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25. Miranda and Dr. Smith: Rematch

“How are you adjusting?”

She refuses to answer until he stops writing.

He repeats the question.

He looks up. “Miranda?”

Victory! “No negative side-effects, but I don’t think it’s working.” Clarke inches forward in her mind. She shoves him back. Not now.

The doctor scribbles. Clarke thinks he looks soft and breakable. Miranda bites the inside of their cheek.

“We’ll up your dosage. These things take time.”

Clarke wants to hurt him. Miranda’s control is slipping. “I feel sick. I want to lie down.”

Dr. Smith says, “What do you mean?” into his legal pad.

“Cramps.”

He dismisses her early.


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23. Lye’s Best Advice

“I don’t like him.” She folds her arms across her chest.

“And why not?” Lye asks.

She answers without hesitation. “He’s a liar.” 

Lye raises one eyebrow. “Miranda Elizabeth, we are eating dinner with him. I want no more of your sass. That’s final.”

“If Clarke comes out,” she trails off. Clarke likes to come out when she was angry or nervous; he gets away with more. A lifetime of managing him has left her wary of conflict. She doesn’t want to hurt anyone, despite her temper.

Lye places a hand on her head. “It’ll be ok. It’s only dinner.”


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22. Shou Meets Lye

Miranda’s tour of the hospital is gestures in different directions and a rapid-fire rundown of the rules.

“Well, that’s it.”

He gapes. They are still in front of his room. “Wha—”

“Good luck.” She walks away.

Because he doesn’t know what else to do, he follows her.

She glares at him over her shoulder but doesn’t say he can’t.

In the courtyard, she sidles up to a tall man with bad posture. The man’s drooping blue eyes gaze thoughtfully down at Shou. He looks between Shou and Miranda. His lips quirk. “Why hello,” he drawls, “and who might you be?”


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