The Games ~ Book 1 ~ (The 100/Bellarke)

Chapter 33

Clarke's eyes fluttered open.

She blocked from the brightness of the sun. Clarke sat up and looked at her stomach, she had a large leaf played over where she was wounded.

"Clarke?" A groggy voice came.

Clarke looked up from the bandaged wound to see who the voice belonged to, Bellamy.
He looked like he hasn't slept in forever.

"Bellamy?" Clarke's voice sounded horse, like she hadn't drank anything in a while. Clarke went to stand up, but a sharp pain shot up her leg. "Ow. Ow."

Bellamy ran over to her side. "You broke your ankle, when you fell. It should be better in a few more days. So until then just stay still."

"What about Octavia? We have to look for her."

"No. We don't. We'll look for her when your ankle heals." Bellamy continued.

"But, Bellamy-" Bellamy interrupted Clarke.

"That's an order."

Clarke nodded her head.

Bellamy handed her a bottle of water and kindly order. "Drink."

Clarke grabbed the bottle from his hands and took a few large sips. "Thanks." Clarke handed him his water bottle back.

Bellamy smiled, then his smile faded as he asked, "Are you okay?"

Clarke nodded.

She had completely forgot about what happened with Bellamy. She forgave him, now. She realised that she was wrong to get so mad at him.

"What happened? I don't remember much. I was running from a gorilla and - and... that's all I remember."

"Well. When you where running you fell. You got hurt, then I brought you here."

"Anything else happen?" Clarke questioned.
Bellamy shook his head.

Clarke studded his face, he looked so tired. "Did you get any sleep?"

Bellamy didn't answer.

"Did you sleep at all? Please tell me that you slept."

After a few seconds Bellamy answered saying, "Sleep is overated."

"Well not today. Bellamy go to sleep."

"No, I'm fine. Really."

"Please just sleep." Clarke looked at him with her big blue eyes.

"Clarke, I'm not even tired."

"Please, Bellamy, you need to sleep."

Bellamy finally gave in.

She was right, he did need sleep.

Bellamy laied down and closed his eyes.

Bellamy stared at Clarke as she lay unconcoius.

He had changed the bandage a few times, and the wound was healing.

But, Bellamy was still worried. It had been a whole two days and she hadn't woken up yet.
Bellamy's heart was filled with worry. Where was his sister? Was she okay? Was Clarke okay?

Bellamy got onto his knees by Clarke's side. "I don't know if you can hear me right now, but please get better. I need you."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yay. We finally had some Bellarke. 😉