Survivors

Chapter 30: The End of Me

Bellamy Blake:

Tears drip down my cheeks as I hold Clarke in my arms. With her face full of worry, she struggles to breath. A red splotch has formed on her shirt from the gunshot wound. Whoever shot hit her in the stomach, but she looses blood fast.

"Clarke, does Charlotte know how to handle this wound? Charlotte! Get over here!" I call out frantically. Clarke grasps my shirt, pulls me down, and places a kiss on my lips. I soak in her warmth and treasure every second until she pulls away with a groan. She lays loose on the ground, hanging on by a hair. "Charlotte!!!" I cry out with agony. I pull Clarke closer to me. She is my Princess and I won't let her die.

"Bellamy!" Charlotte runs to Clarke and pulls up her shirt to exam the gun wound. Blood seeps out of the little hole on the left side of her navel. Veins pop out all over her body as the pumping of her heart tries to keep her alive. "I can't do it Bell." Charlotte looks at me with grief.

"No no no, you have to. Focus, Charlotte!" She shakes her head with frustration. Maybe she's right. Maybe there is nothing Charlotte can do, but perhaps someone else can. Suddenly, red fog clouds my vision. My head spins, but I still hold Clarke in my arms. Charlotte plummets to the ground. The last thing I remember is swarms of men in hazard suits, taking people in carts.