Losing Your Memory

20. Together

Bellamy's POV:

I hit my head pretty hard against the metal wall of the dropship and, falling to the right i was just able to stop myself crashing to the floor. I ended up just above clarke who had been kneeling and had lost her balance, falling on her side.

"Are you alright?" I ask quickly, looking down at her. She winces slightly, looking winded so i push myself back to sitting and help her up with my right arm.

"Yeah i'm good! Is everyone okay?" She asks, raising her voice and the people around us nod, sitting themselves back up.

She looks back at me and quickly starts dabbing my chest.

"Crap!" She curses and i look down to see my chest covered in blood, and my shirt stained red down the left side. I cant feel the pain, i actually feel pretty light headed. I end up flopping back against the wall and hear Clarkes voice as if miles away. She is saying "Can someone go downstairs and see what that was...Bellamy! Bellamy stay awake!"

The panic in her voice wills me to keep my eyes open and i focus on her as she continues to stitch my wound.

when she is done i hear her sigh, her hands and top now bloody.

"I got my blood on you!" I say apologetically, smiling weakly at her and she lets her head fall against my chest, shuffling over to my right side. She sits beside me, her head on my right shoulder and i hear her laugh.

"Worst...patient...ever!" She says inbetween sharp breaths.

I reach for the wet cloth she had used to clean my chest and i pick up Clarke's small, overworked hands, in my own and slowly start to clean them.

She sits up straight and lets me do this, in silence, her hands limp in mine.

Once they are clean i get rid of the cloth but continue to hold one of her hands, running my thumb over her fingers and knuckles.

"I heard you went off with a bunch of girls into the woods-" i dont let her finish and speak over her.

"They are actually to blame for the open stitches! They kind of kidnapped me, i was just babysitting, nothing else. You may actually have three cases of pneumonia to deal with soon!" I say lightly, still carefully running my thumb across her knuckles.

Clarke laughs airily! "Everyone in camp seems to go haywire when you are away!" She says, looking up at me, her blue eyes wide.

"Its haywire all the time, whether i am here or not!" i reply truthfully.

"I spoke to my mum..." Clarke begins, her expression suddenly perking up. "She says they are working on coming to the ground on their ships! I thought i would tell you first..." she says quietly, her eyes lighting up. "I uh remember that when we first landed you didnt want them to come down..."

"Dont worry about that! We fixed it, you asked Jaha to 'forgive me' if it were" i say quickly, thinking fondly of the memory, one of the turning points in our relationship before her accident.

She laughs lightly "yes! I do remember! God it still feels good to say that!" She breaths and i smile at her.

"God why do you look so damn gorgeous when you smile?" Clarke sighs as if truly exasperated and i laugh.

"Its a curse really!" I reply jokily and Clarke looks at me skeptically.

"Hmm!" Is all she murmurs.

And in this moment i would kiss her, i would if the room wasnt full of people!

So we sit side by side and ride out the storm, Clarke occaisonally popping downstairs to check on people but she also set Octavia down there to look after them, so everyone was doing okay.

Once the storm has passed the next morning Clarke and I start to get people back out and the sick ones better.

I set a few people to check the camp wall and I went to check the stability of the meat shed which had been hastily stripped of its meat before the storm on Clarke's orders. The shed was mostly intact so i helped a group bring out all the meat again.

By mid day camp is back in full swing. The day is a cold one but the movement in the camp seems to be keeping people warm.

The ground is muddy and slurred which makes moving about all the more difficult and my trousers are covered at the bottoms.

"Clarke?" I say as i walk into the dropship which is considerably quieter than the previous night.

"Yeah?" She replies, coming towards me, wiping her forehead. Her clothes are still stained with my blood.

"Everything outside is back in order and people and milling around as if nothing happened. How are things in here?" I ask.

"Fine, just a few people have come down with what could be a contagious illness, its not serious but i would like you...and everyone else to keep their distance. How's your shoulder?" She says tiredly and i start to wonder whether she slept at all last night. "You shouldnt be over working it!"

"Dont worry its fine!" I lie, a constant ache having started since i woke up.

Clarke looks disbelieving but appears too tired to argue back.

"Clarke you should get some rest!" I say seriously, worried by her bloodshot eyes and throaty voice.

"No i need to tell everyone about the Ark! Lets do it together!" She says, walking up to me, her hand brushing mine in a seemingly purposeful manner so i follow her out.

We proceed to tell everyone that the Arkers are on their way down and may arrive within two days so they dont land too far away. This recieved mixed reactions. Many people still believed what i had lead them to believe upon arrival, that our crimes wont be forgiven! Others however seemed to like the idea of more resources, Clarke stressed this point.

And of course there was the fact that they might see their families and friends again.

I personally dont have any to see but i know Clarke can barely wait to see her mother.

I then told everyone that extra work would be needed in order for us to provide for more people. This recieved a collective groan but by nightfall everyone had worked themselves to exhaustion and the whole of camp slept soundlessly.

Except for me.

I am lying in bed awake and alone in a tent big enough for two. the noises of camp i am used to hearing cease to arise and there is something unnerving about the quietness of the night.

I lie their listening, staring at my tent ceiling wondering if Clarke is awake right now. When suddenly i hear a noise. Its in the distance and i cant identify it. I next see something bright through my tent window. In the sky.

I jump out of bed and go outside into the cold in just my trousers, my chest bare and the white patch on my chest bright in the dark.

Holy crap! Its a ship from the Ark! I see it falling as i look up, brightly lit. I do not think, i run to Clarke's tent. Rush inside to where she is asleep and i gently shake her awake.

"What is it? Who's in trouble? Bellamy...." she says groggily, sitting up quickly, rubbing her eyes to get a better look at me.

"Your mother's early!" I say with a knowing smile and i grip her waist and pull her up onto her feet. I wrap my hand around hers and pull her outside to look up, where the Ark is plummeting like a far off shooting star.

Clarke shuffles closer, wrapping her hands around my bare arm as we look up. She is beaming.

As i look up at the ship, ever coming closer to the ground i feel a sharp pang of doubt. What if they dont forgive our crimes? What if they land somewhere dangerous? What if they crash and Clarke has to watch her mother die? This could end terribly....

AN: What do you think? Will it end well or will there be terrible consequences?

Sorry this chapter was slightly uneventful xx i♡you