Daylight |Bellamy Blake

Twenty-one

Ivy's POV

As Bellamy exits the dropship, leaving me alone with my thoughts, I can't help but feel a pang of sadness deep within me. The look on his face when I asked him to leave still lingers in my mind, and I wish more than anything to have him close, to find solace in his presence amidst the pain.

But I know that allowing him near would only put him at risk of infection, and I couldn't bear the thought of him suffering because of me. If there's one thing I can do now, it's to protect him from the illness that has taken hold of me.

With a heavy sigh, I lie back down, clutching my head as another pang courses through me. Every ache and every cough serves as a stark reminder of the danger lurking within me. But despite the pain, I steel myself with the determination to keep Bellamy safe, even if it means sacrificing the comfort of his company for now.

As I hear footsteps nearing, I slowly open my eyes, greeted by the comforting sight of Octavia bending down beside me. Her presence brings a sense of calmness amidst the chaos of sickness and uncertainty. With gentle hands, she begins to dab a wet cloth over my forehead, offering a brief respite from the throbbing pain.

I watch silently as Octavia delicately cleans my face, her touch soothing and gentle. In this moment, I feel a surge of gratitude for her unwavering care and support. Despite the darkness looming over us, her presence brings a ray of light and hope.

"Thank you," I whisper softly, my voice barely audible above the background noise of the dropship. Octavia's smile in response fills me with warmth, a silent reassurance that I am not alone in this fight.

As Octavia moves to attend to someone else, the sudden commotion at the dropship door draws her attention back. I push myself up on my elbows, ignoring the protest of my weakened body, as I try to catch a glimpse of who it is. My heart skips a beat as I watch two figures dragging a body inside, the unmistakable tangle of dark curls atop the bent head catching my eye.

It's Bellamy.

"Bellamy!" I cry out involuntarily, my voice cracking with panic and desperation as I scramble to my feet, ignoring the protesting ache in my body. Adrenaline surges through me, drowning out the pain as I rush towards him, my limbs feeling unsteady beneath me, but my determination propels me forward.

"Bell? No," Octavia's cry mirrors my own fear, her concern for her brother palpable as she rushes to his side, gripping one of his arms.

I join her, grabbing hold of Bellamy's other arm, my heart pounding with dread. The boys who brought him in flee immediately, their fear of infection evident. Octavia and I are left to bear his weight alone, a task made even more daunting by my weakened state.

"Clear some space!" Octavia's voice cuts through the chaos, and with a collective effort, we guide Bellamy over to a cleared area beside where I was lying just moments ago. "Lay him down," Octavia instructs me, her voice tinged with urgency.

As we gently lower Bellamy's body to the ground, my panic threatens to overwhelm me. The sight of him, so still and pale, sends a chill coursing through me, and I can feel the weight of dread settling heavily upon my shoulders.

With trembling hands, I brush a lock of hair away from Bellamy's forehead, my fingers lingering on his clammy skin. Fear grips me like a vice, tightening with each shallow breath he takes. The realization sinks in that the person lying before me, pale and vulnerable, is not just anyone—it's Bellamy, the person I love more than anything in this world.

My mind races with a torrent of worries. What if he doesn't make it? What if I lose him, just like I lost my parents? The thought is unbearable, and I swallow hard, fighting back tears that threaten to spill over.