The 100 Imagines & Preferences

That will leave a scar| Bellamy Blake

Ahh, I'm so sorry I've taken so long on this. I've been insanely busy and just every where.

But, this is for a very patient person, aka BrooklynParis

I'm honestly so so sorry this took me so long..

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"God, Brook. You can be so damn stupid." Bellamy muttered, annoyance laced in his voice. "You could have been killed, but no you can go hunting alone." I was in his arms, a knife stuck into my hip, blood seeping out of the wound.

"Could you save the damn insults for when I'm patched up." I growled, hissing in pain as he shifted me. I let out a whimper of pain, my hand instinctively going to my hip. "Just fucking take me to Griffin." Bellamy let out a huff of annoyance, rolling his eyes at me.

"Open the doors!" Bellamy barked, the doors swinging open. "Where's Griffin? Get her in the dropship, now!"

He placed me gently on a table, trying to tear away my shirt. I smacked his hand, my eyes sending daggers at him. He let out a low sigh, sarcastically throwing his hands up and stepping away.

"Bellamy, stop being a dick to her and grab me some stuff." Clarke sighed, appearing in the dropship. With an annoyed eye roll, he walked away, retrieving the stuff. "I'm sorry Brooklyn, but this is going to hurt like hell."

I nodded vigorously, biting my lip as Clarke poured moonshine over the wound. A pained whimper slipped from my lips, and Bellamy was instantly at my side. He took my hand in his, worry apparent in his eyes. I turned my focus to him, trying to take my mind off of the blade sticking from my hip.

He squeezed my hand gently, and before I could stop it, I let out a loud scream. Bellamy was instantly sitting next to me, leaning against the table. I leaned into his side, biting down harshly on my lip and tightening my grip on his hand.

Suddenly, the pain lessened, but blood began to soak the waist band of my jeans. "Shh, your okay." Bellamy cooed, rubbing my back gently.

"Okay, it's done, it's done." Clarke said, letting out a low sigh. "Stay in here for a little while, you've lost a lot of blood. But once you're okay, you need to come back every few hours so I can check the wound."

And with that, she left me crying against Bellamy's shoulder. He hugged me tighter against him, careful not to hurt me further.

"Brook." He mumbled, his face buried in my hair. "I'm sorry for being an ass earlier. I was just so worried about you, angel."

"Bellamy it's-"

"No. Brook, I feel so bad. I was just scared, I mean, there could have been poison on the knife. Or infection cou-"

"Bell, calm down. I know I shouldn't have veered off like that, it was dangerous. I could have died, and I was scared too." I frowned, pulling away and looking up at him.

"I'm sure I wasn't helping much either." Bellamy sighed, shaking his head at himself. He aided me in sitting up, a sad look in his eyes. "I love you more than anything, you know that, right?"

"Of course Blake. And I love you so much." I smiled up at him, pulling him into a kiss. He stood between my legs, his arms snaking around my waist gently. He made sure not to touch my hip, a smile making his way onto his lips.

"I'm so sorry angel."

"I forgive you, this time."