Fly on the Wall: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Chapter 2: Old and New Wounds

The air was stale in the maintenance tunnels. The only circulation was the door to the tunnels opening and closing when the unlucky few went to work. One of which is my dad, repairing the ark every day nine to five. He's been training me for some time now in hopes that I will join him in the maintenance crew one day. My mother on the other hand is a nurse in the medical station. I've asked her to take me with her and train me but she's never really looked at me as her daughter. Due to the one child law, women are not allowed to have a second child, however in the case of twins, the healthier one lives while the weaker one is sacrificed for the longevity of the ark. I was born with an identical brother, just as healthy as me, but because I was born with the ability to carry a child, I was the twin who lived. My mother does not treat me like the other mothers treat their daughters. They take them shopping in the trade market, braid their hair, and teach them to dance. My mother just ignores me, so instead, I go with my father to the tunnels. He's rigged the walls in our room to open up to the tunnel. It's how I spend my free time. I roam the tunnels at night when no one is working, discovering new tunnels each night and mapping them. I remember discovering the tunnel behind the medical ward, being able to watch my mother while she trains the apprentice. Seeing my mother happy around the young boy my age. Seeing her give him hugs and praise. That should be me.

"I'm gonna need you to hold still." Blondie's voice tells me in a condescending tone as she cuts through my shirt to access the wound.

"I'm about to be the first person to die on Earth in a hundred years and I haven't even seen it yet so sorry if i'm a little antsy". I grit my teeth as her helpers dig their hands into my limbs to hold me down.

"Technically you'd be the third person to die. Two died in the crash." Everyone pauses at Wells' remark.

"Just as cold as your father I see. Shut your eyes, I ain't here to put my boobs on show for Mini Jaha." That seemed to shut him up as Clarke continued her cutting.

"You're gonna be alright, Clake says she's done plenty of procedures like this." Octavia's attempt to calm me only seemed to be working for herself.

"I said I've watched plenty of procedures like this, but those were in a clean, sanitary environment with proper tools and pain killers. This isnt that." Clarke now seemed more worried than me.

"Somebody please knock me out- AHH" My scream cuts me off when Clarke plunges a needle deep into my skin. Octavia shoves a rag into my mouth to muffle my screams of agony as Clarke continues to sew my skin up stitch by stitch. Did I mention that I hate needles?

Clarke stops halfway to give me a break. "Well the good news is the cut didn't reach past your ribcage, so your lungs are intact."

"Oh yeah? How can you tell?" I muffle through the rag between my teeth.

"Your screams." and before I can comment on her smart remark, she continues sewing and my screams continue as tears roll down my cheeks.

45 insanely long seconds later, Clarke ties a knot in her stitch and her and octavia help me sit up and cover me with a tarp.

"Can you cut this into a long bandage please Octavia?" Clarke hands the scissors and my already cut shirt to Octavia. "Wells, you can go." I can see the dirty look Clarke gives him when she says that and I can see the sad look Wells wears when he walks away.

"Trouble in paradise?" I throw a pained smile at Clarke and the dirty look she gives me is worse than the one she gave wells.

"Arms up." she's already grabbing the makeshift bandages out of octavias hands when she bites back at my comment. I force my arms up halfway through the soreness in my right side. I guess the shrapnel cut some muscle. Clarke tightly wraps my chest and secures it with a knot.