𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 | bellamy blake

𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓

the grounder's eyes were still throwing daggers at arabella. 

"nyko? is it true?" octavia asked, a stern look on her face.

"yes. death is the only way." nyko replied quietly

"hold on. there could be a way to bring him back." clarke tried to reason with nyko.

"none that i've ever seen." nyko said. 

suddenly, finn shoots up the dropship ladders. arabella's eyes widen.

"we have to go. the camp's leaving." finn told the group.

"you!" nyko yelled, immediately jumping to his feet, charging at finn, grabbing him by the collar slamming him into the wall. "ripa!" he shouted.

"get off him!" bellamy yelled, his gun raised at nyko

"you slaughtered my people. elders. children. innocents." the grounder shouted to finn.

arabella stood in shock at the scene unfolding in front of her. but she wasn't about to risk her life, especially for finn.

"nyko. you're killing him." octavia called out to the man. 

"blood must have blood!" 

"get out of the way." bellamy said to octavia. 

arabella and octavia stand in front of his gun. "bellamy, you're not shooting him! no!" octavia shouted to her brother. 

"move!"

"bellamy! stop it!" arabella snapped, yanking his gun away from him. "not a chance!"

"arabella!" bellamy scolded the girl.

everything unfolds too quickly, clarke runs at nyko jabbing the electric baton into the man's ribs. nyko drops to the floor with a yell. everyone is heavily breathing, arabella and bellamy are staring at each other and nobody else. 

the couple's gaze on each other is so intense everyone else in the room can feel it. they daren't break eye contact, as if it's some competition to who looks away first loses. arabella blinks once, then twice, and finally looks away from him.

arabella and octavia look at lincoln to see that he's not even moving. "lincoln." octavia whispered, she rushed down to his side. "he's not breathing." 

"clarke, do something." arabella muttered loud enough for the group to hear. 

clarke knelt down to octavia and put her fingers to his neck. "his heart's stopped. move." she said to octavia. clarke begins performing cpr on lincoln. 

arabella watches, because that's all she can do. she feels a hand link with hers, the girl doesn't need to look to know it's bellamy's hand she's holding. she gently squeezed his hand, glancing up at him with sadness. 

there were a few moments of silence while clarke preformed cpr, then, finally, lincoln inhaled a deep breath. octavia looked over at arabella with relief.

"he was dead." nyko spoke. "how did you do that."

"it's called cpr." arabella said sassily and crossed her arms over her chest.