Hopeless - (Bellamy Blake - Book 2)

Chapter 22.

Abby manages to patch me better than Clarke could. She cleans all the blood off me, stitches me up, and puts the bandage on underneath my pants, directly over the wound. Luckily, the supply tent had a new pair that fit me too. 

She then gives me some water and food, to help with the shock and blood loss, apparently.

She spends the entire time grilling me with questions about what happened, and I have no choice but to answer them, since Finn already confessed.

I beg her to go easy on him, to understand that the reason he went all crazy to begin with, is because he's in love with Clarke—her daughter—and only wanted to get her back. I lay on that part quite thickly, and throw in some examples of when Finn was playing peacemaker between us and the Grounders, attempting multiple times to avoid a full blown war between our peoples.

I think it worked, as she dismisses me from medical with the promise that there would be no further questioning from Byrne. She would handle it, seeing as she's stepped in as Chancellor whilst Kane took an expedition to make peace with the Grounders.

Shit lot of good that'll do, seeing as the guards here shot their Commander dead.

Now free as a bird—a bird with a damaged leg—I use the crutches that Raven first used after her operation to help me walk, and find Bellamy, Clarke and Raven seated outside on a bench, cups of drinks in their hands as they converse quietly.

"Room for one more?" I say solemnly as I slowly approach, all of their faces lighting up.

"Hey." Bellamy gets to his feet and places a tentative hand on my waist, then kisses my forehead softly. "How you feeling?"

"Better now." I whisper, then turn to the others, who watch us with mildly shocked expressions.

Actually, it looks like they're... smirking. Or at least, Clarke is.

"What?" I say, looking between them.

"So, you two are finally together?" Raven glances at Bellamy only momentarily before looking back to me expectantly.

"It's about time." Clarke smiles softly. "I was getting pretty sick of you ogling each other all the time."

"Hey, I did not 'ogle'" Bellamy denies, sitting back down with me beside him, though it takes me a little longer to get comfortable.

Clarke just gives him a look that makes her believe otherwise, then redirects the groups' attention to a map she's drawing.

I lick my lips, not in the mood to joke along.

"Is that Mount Weather?" I ask, shifting to stretch out my leg.

"Yeah." Clarke doesn't look up as she continues to draw, and from what I can see it looks like a set of tunnels beneath the mountain. "I'm trying to get down as much as I remember. Once I have, we can form a plan about how to get inside."

"And get our friends back out again." Raven adds, then glances up at me. "How're you doing?"

I meet her gaze. "Well, a dozen innocent people are dead, but what's new there?" I clench my jaw. "Where's Finn?"

"Still inside with Byrne." Bellamy tells me. "I don't think he'll be getting out tonight."

I nod solemnly, then take Bellamy's cup from his hand, taking large gulps of the burning, sour liquid. He watches me, but says nothing.

Raven sighs. "I can't believe it...I can't believe he would ever do something like that. That's not the Finn I know."

"We've all had to make difficult decisions down here." I admit with a quiet voice. "Finn just..."

"What? Got carried away?" Raven's voice grows cold very fast. "How the hell did it even get to that point? Why didn't you stop him sooner?"

"I tried, Raven." I shake my head and practically sigh as I say, "I tried to stop him, but he just..."

"Chris, he massacred a village." Raven says in disbelief. Clarke shuffles uncomfortably.

"I know." I snap at her. "I was there, and now I'm gonna carry a scar to remind me of it."

I look away from her, noticing that we've gained attention from other nearby people, and avert my gaze to the table.

"Let's...call it a night." Bellamy says calmly. "You need to rest."

"Fine." I agree, slowly getting to my feet and wincing at the movement.

"Hey," Raven says softly, gaining my attention. "I'm sorry. I just...I'm worried about him. And you."

I nod, then clasp my hand in hers. "I know. He'll be okay. As long as we all band together and...keep an eye on him. He'll get through this."

"You guys turning in?" Clarke asks, momentarily glancing up from her art project.

"Yeah." Bellamy nods, then looks at me. "You can bunk with me. It's a small room, but I wanna keep an eye on you."

I try not to smile too much. "Okay."

"Are you sure that's—I mean, is that a good idea?" Raven says, suddenly looking nervous.

I frown, and look at her. "Yeah? Why, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just..." She fidgets and glances at Bellamy. "I just don't want you guys to...you know...go too fast, is all."

"I'm not a kid, Raven." I glance at Bellamy, slightly embarrassed at the fact she's bringing this up right in front of him.

I've already shared a bed with him—twice technically, if you count the night in the cave after our first acid fog run in, and then again the night after I took Atom's life.

Besides, my thigh is pretty messed up at the moment, so doing any strenuous movement isn't exactly on my mind right now.

"I know that," she nods.

At my confused silence she looks to Clarke for help, but the blonde merely raises an eyebrow at her too.

Raven chuckles awkwardly. "I mean, come on, you guys have been dancing around each other for weeks. You finally get together and are gonna be roommates straight away? I just—"

"We'll be fine." Bellamy cuts her off. "Thanks for the concern."

Raven looks pissed at his dismissal, but Bellamy decides not to linger any further and turns away, placing a gentle hand on my back to guide me inside the Ark.