The 100-Season 3

Shock

Bellamy whips his head around to look at Raven. "How long do I have?" he asks, already moving towards the fence. Raven glances at it anxiously. "About... 30 seconds" she says, indicating to get a move on. "Bellamy, stay back at camp!" Clarke cries, glaring at him. "You can make it!" Octavia calls.Bellamy ignores them, having made his decision, and ducks, stepping carefully. "10 seconds" Raven warns, when he is halfway. "Shit" he mutters under his breath, feeling his jacket catch on a piece of jagged wire.
"Why are you stopping?!" Clarke asks frantically. Bellamy glances up at her.
"My jacket is caught!"
The last thing he sees is Octavia, Clarke and Lincoln rushing forwards to help.
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Clarke and Octavia shriek simultaneously as the visible flow of electricity makes contact with Bellamy. The force of the shock shoves him onto the ground, a gaping hole in the now smoking fence. They crouch beside him, taking in his singed hair and jacket. Clarke grabs his wrist and feels for a pulse, ignoring the fact that she could get shocked too. "He's still breathing!" she says, laughing with relief. Octavia pulls off his jacket to reveal severe burns. "Lincoln, go-" she starts to say, but stops short at the sight of a batch of leaves being thrust towards her. "My village was prone to fires, we had to find a treatment for burns" Lincoln explains as Octavia takes them. She hands them to Clarke and watches anxiously as she chews the plants to make a paste. She then applies the paste to the burns, trying to keep her hands steady. "Will he be okay?" Octavia asks, grasping her brother's hand. Clarke doesn't take her eyes off him. "He should be fine, so long as he regains consciousness."
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Bellamy groans, feeling a tingling, aching sensation along his arms, neck and back. He smells a faint smell of burned... no, singed hair. He opens his eyes to see two faces staring down at him with worry. "Shit, Bell!" Octavia cries, embracing him. He winces at the contact with the burns, and Octavia jumps back, looking at him apologetically. Clarke frowns. "How do you feel?" she asks, examining the burns with fear. "I feel like I've been cooked" Bellamy replies dryly. Clarke's frown deepens. "Ok, Bellamy, you can't move too much, ok? And don't let anything brush against those burns" she tells him, before retreating a few metres, hugging her knees and blinking away tears. Bellamy slowly sits up, ignoring the tingling feeling to heave himself over to Clarke. Wishing he could hug her, he laces his fingers with hers.
Octavia backs up to sit beside Lincoln, leaning against him.
Clarke turns her head away from Bellamy. "I told you to stay at the camp, Bellamy. You could've died!" she says angrily. He looks down. "I couldn't just leave you!" he says. Clarke looks at him, and Bellamy can see the fear in her eyes. "Why? Why would you risk your life?!" she asks, her voice high pitched.
'Why Bellamy? Why would you?" he thinks. He swallows, and opens his mouth to reply. "Because..." Bellamy trails off. He clears his throat. "Because I... I'm in love with you, Clarke."
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