The Games ~ Book 2 ~ (The 100/Bellarke)

Chapter twenty-four

Bellamy looked down at Clarke as she lay sleeping on his chest. Bellamy smiled to himself.

She's gorgeous. Bellamy thought as he looked at her. She can't possibly have feelings you! You don't deserve her! A voice argued. She said the kiss meant something to h- you'll only get her hurt in the long run. No, that's not true. I - you got Octavia put in prison, you got your mom floated.

"Bellamy." Clarke's voice came through, sounding panicked.

"What's wrong?" He asked immediately, he knew something was wrong just by her tone of voice. Bellamy watched as Clarke lifted her head from his chest to look him in the eyes.

Clarke had a red liquid coming from her eyes, it was blood.

Clarke brought her hand to her eyes, and when she pulled it away she saw blood. She looked at Bellamy with fear in her eyes.

"I woke up and my eyes where bleeding." Clarke paused. "What's happening to me?" The question was clearly rhetorical.

Bellamy could hear the fear in her voice, and see the fear in her eyes.

Bellamy grabbed the back of Clarke's head and pulled her into a hug. "It's okay, Clarke. Your just a little sick, you'll get better." Bellamy conferred, but he wasn't sure the she would be okay and that thought terrified him.

Bellamy wasn't feeling too great himself. He had a massive head ace, in fact his head was throbbing. He besides not to say anything, Clarke didn't need anything else to be worried about.

Clarke hugged Bellamy, tightly. Then, she noticed something, the Bamboo door was left wide open.

Author's Note: Do you guys see where this is going?

I'm planning on updating a few times today, I'm really board and I feel like writing.