Rebuilt ➳ Bellamy Blake [2] ON HOLD

twenty three

I stand off to the side as Clarke inspects Lincoln's wounds. I run my hand over my sore throat and grimace at the bruises I know will come after today. 

"We have to stop the bleeding and get the bullet out. Hold down his leg." Clarke tells us as he uncovers the bullet wound in Lincoln's leg. I move forward to help, but Bellamy quickly pulls me away and shakes his head. 

Before I can argue he bends down to help instead. As Lincoln starts to groan and move around, Octavia lifts the canister of water to his mouth, but he just violently moves head away slipping it.

I watch as she sighs and stands quickly, "I'll just go get some more," 

Bellamy notices her sadness as well as he stands up to stop her, "O, once the drugs out of his system he'll be okay."

She shakes her head slowly while looking down and my heart breaks slightly at the tired look in her eyes, "You can't protect me from this one, big brother." She continues to move out of the dropship as Bellamy walks slowly over to me. 

I rest my hand onto his back trying to comfort him, I know it kills him to see his sister so hurt. 

He gives me a slight smile and then we both move over to Clarke. She continues to tie a piece of cloth over Lincoln's wound to keep it from getting infected. 

"Your mom would be proud." Bellamy states and I can't but nod in agreement. Hell, I was proud of how far Clarke had come.

"My mom would know how to save him," She mumbles getting up to her feet. We all look over as the hatch opens again and Octavia steps inside. Although I could tell by the look on he face something was different. I realized what exactly was different when not seconds later a Grounder walked in behind her. 

I take a step back and I notice Bellamy reach for the gun immediately. He raises up and aims at the man in front of us as Octavia stands in front of him. 

"Bellamy, don't. He's Lincoln's friend and their healer." She watches him closely trying to figure out if Bellamy will be calm or go out gun blazing. I hear grunting coming from behind me again and I see Lincoln shaking on the floor. 

I rush over and call Clarke's name, "I think he's seizing again." I look and see Bellamy lower the gun before nodding over to the shaking Lincoln on the floor. 

The Grounder quickly walks over and kneels beside us and takes out a small bottle of something. I notice the dark color of the jar and eye it suspiciously. 

"What is that?" Clarke asks him, but instead of answering he continues to move it closer to Lincoln's foaming mouth. I listen as he mumbles something in Grounder and I feel my eyebrows draw close together as whatever he was saying sounded familiar. 

I think back to when I could have heard it and remember Ana mumbling those same words before snapping the near death Grounder's neck. I meet Clarke's eyes and I see immediately that she was thinking about the same thing I was. 

"Wait!" She reaches out and catches the drop of the mystery potion right before it got to Lincoln. 

The Grounder grabs his knife and draws it quickly. He's not trying to save Lincoln, he's trying to kill him.

"Back off, right now!" Bellamy yells as he raises his gun again and aims it. Clarke looks at me again and repeats the Grounder's words. 

I nod my head at her understanding her train of thought, "That's what they say right before death."

I meet the fiery gaze of the Grounder in front of me before speaking, "He's not trying to heal him. He's trying to kill him."