Decimate /-/ Bellamy Blake

Chapter 8: Azgeda's Archnemesis

The four of them quickly manoeuvre Lincoln onto his back. They grab all the seatbelts and chains they can find in the dropship and start to tie him up. The seatbelts get woven over his body, trying to restrain it so he can't move an inch, and his legs and arms get tied down by the chains. With his arms outstretched and him lying flat on his back, they hope he doesn't have even the slightest chance of loosening his ties. He can't use his weight to his advantage anymore.

Not too long after they get him completely tied up, Lincoln awakens. He growls and snarls just like he had done before but, it's not as loud. It's not as frequent. It's clear to all of them that, to some extent, the drug in his system must be slowly leaving his body.

Rory pushes herself off the wall she had been leaning on whilst waiting for Lincoln to wake up, and kneels on the floor next to his right side, taking up her allocated spot. They had thought it best to distribute themselves around Lincoln, each taking a limb as their responsibility. Octavia's was his left arm, Bellamy got Lincoln's left leg. Clarke claimed his right leg, needing to keep an eye on his bullet wound.

"We have to stop the bleeding and get the bullet out." Clarke tells them, inspecting the wound one last time. "Hold his leg down."

Lincoln grunts in pain as Clarke touches his wound. "Shh, shh." Octavia whispers, holding a cup of water to his lips. Lincoln lets out another growl, knocking the water from her hands and making her stumble backwards. She shakes her head, putting the top back on the bottle. "I'll get some more." She mutters, standing up and heading for the ladder.

"Hey!" Rory shouts, her tone terse and short. Somehow, it cuts through the noise in Lincoln's head and he focuses in on her. "Listen to me. You either stop struggling and fighting us, or I physically hold you down. Or, I can knock you out." She tells him, a stern look on her face, like she's reprimanding a small child. "Do you have a preference?" Clearly he does because as soon as she asks, he stops moving. "Good. You see how much better it is when you let us help you?"

Bellamy stands up, grabbing Octavia's arm when she passes him. "Once the drug is out of his system, he'll be okay."

Octavia lets out a quiet sight. "You can't protect me from this one, big brother." She brushes past him, not having the strength to take one last look at Lincoln.

Once Rory knows Octavia's out of hearing range, she speaks up. "She's right, you can't." She says, glancing over at him. "However much you want to keep her safe, you can't from this." She pushes herself up from next to Lincoln, giving him a warning glare which he heeds, and walks over to Bellamy.

He lets out a heavy sigh. "I just feel so useless."

"Tell me about it." Rory mutters. "Look, all we can do is keep him safe while he detoxes and, whatever happens, good or bad, we hold O's hand the entire time and make sure we're there for her when she needs us." She glances over at him and then back to Lincoln. "We both care about him, but it's nothing compared to how Octavia feels. She loves him. I just, I keep thinking about how I would feel if it was you going through this." She doesn't see the look of surprise that crosses Clarke's face, thinking nothing of what she just said, thinking nothing of her comparing her and Bellamy's relationship to Octavia and Lincoln's. "If you were lying in front of me and had no recollection of me, if you were in the pain Lincoln's in and I could do absolutely nothing about it. I just keep asking myself what I would need if the Mountain Men had taken you instead."