I Run to You

Chapter 8

Bellamy quickly helped Clarke to the bathroom, ignoring the impulse to stay outside. He watched as she fell to the floor in the first stall, violently heaving as her body shook.

He gently held her hair away from her face with one hand, while the other rubbed soothing circles on her back. They stayed that way for a long while, until the only sound in the quiet room was Clarke's gasping breaths.

He helped her up, leading her to the sink where he quickly wet a paper towel. He tenderly wiped her face. Her eyes were closed, and she groaned as the cool cloth touched her face.

"So hot," she mumbled.

"I know, Princess, I'm going to get you home," he said quietly.

Bellamy supported her weight as he led her from the bathroom, heat radiating through her clothes. She was burning up! He passed Finn; the younger man's features a mask of concern.

"I'm sorry Clarke, please..."

"Don't," Bellamy growled, "If I ever see you near her again you're going to wish you'd never laid eyes on her."

He watched in satisfaction as Finn took a step back, his eyes going wide. He finally made it outside, Clarke's steps slow and dragging until he just picked her up, her head falling against his neck.

By the time he got her situated in the passenger seat of his truck the chills had started. Her teeth rattled loudly, and every now and then she would whimper softly. He had to pull over once, helping her kneel on the side of the road to once again retch until there was nothing left.

Bellamy would have been lying if he'd said he wasn't scared. He was terrified! She hadn't been this sick in a long time, if ever. He drove her home, trying to keep his speed under control.

When he finally came to a stop outside her apartment complex, he pulled her from his truck and situated her safely in his arms before carrying her to the apartment.

He pulled the keys from her jacket pocket, finding the place empty and dark. His sister must be out with Lincoln, which left him alone to care for Clarke. Wouldn't be the first time.

Bellamy carried her to her room, sitting her on the bed.

"Princess, can you get yourself changed," he asked softly.

He watched as she nodded before leaving to go rifle through the medicine cabinet for anything that would help bring her fever down. When he found what he was looking for he quickly made his way back to Clarke, finding her sitting in the floor wearing a pair of black sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

"Come on, Princess, let's get you in bed," he whispered as he tucked her under the covers.

He helped her sit up, placing the two little pills in one of her hands and a glass of water in the other. She swallowed the Tylenol, and then sank down beneath the heavy comforter.

"Freezing," she mumbled.

"I know," he said as he sat on the edge of her bed.

It had been the summer of her junior year. Bellamy had been at the Silver Fox dealing with a few things for Lynx when his phone had buzzed. He checked the caller ID and found his sister's name emblazoned on the screen.

"Hey O, what's up?"

Then he heard her sob, "Clarke. She's been in an accident."