bellamy blake imagines

Wanderer

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You hadn't even been that far out of camp when the grounder found you. You were just wandering in the woods, looking for flowers for your friend, Octavia, because you knew she adored them. You wouldn't admit it but it was a way to get into Bellamy's good books too; he'd been in a mood with you ever since you wandered away from camp and almost got caught in the acid fog.
But you planned on getting the flowers and going straight back to camp, he'd never know how far you'd gone to find them. You were only a few metres away from them when you were caught, if you'd only turned a few inches to your right you'd have seen them through the trees. You heard the grounder before you saw him, heavy boots against dry leaves and thin branches.
You pulled out your knife, slamming your back against the nearest tree trunk and trying to keep as quiet as possible. You saw his head peek out from behind a bush, you hoped he didn't see you. As he wandered around the small clearing you'd got to you edged your way around the tree, leaving his sight of vision. The canopy of trees shaded most of the clearing, making it just dark enough for him to not see the terrified whites of your eyes.
A branch snapped underneath your feet and you knew immediately that he'd heard it. He turned, charging at you. You tried to move, tried to somehow evade his attack, but only failed and the left side of your body was smashed to the ground. A scream erupted from your mouth, an ear-splitting scream that would've worried any normal being. The ground tried to shut you up, putting his hand over your mouth as you thrash underneath his body.
Your knife was a few yards away, too far to reach, so all you could do was use our fists. Each punch didn't seem to hurt your attacker at all. You don't stop screaming, hoping, praying that someone hears.
The grounder shuts you up by slamming the side of your head into the trunk of the tree.
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Bellamy hears your screams, all the way from the walls of camp. He's not the only one either, a few people on patrol outside hear as well. They turn to him, frightened, and he knows immediately it's you. Of course you'd gone off wandering, he'd told you not to after all.
He grabs a knife and runs, not listening to the others following behind. They get louder as he approaches but he still can't see you, only the sound of your screams. He runs through the overgrowth, tripping over a branch and falling to the ground.
Your screams stop.
He feels his heart skip a beat.
Another minute or so and he finds your body, the grounder's gone. Your head is bleeding profusely along with a few cuts and bruises scattering your face and hands. He doesn't want to know what's underneath your clothing.
He shouts to the others, "I've got her! I've got her!" and lifts her into his arms, not waiting for a stretcher. You need medical help and you need it now.
-
Bellamy sits at your bed side, fidgeting with his hands in his lap. "You should have listened." He whispers.
Your breath doesn't hitch, your face doesn't change. He looks to the ground. Of course you wouldn't reply, you were unresponsive.
"You could've died," he scorns, reaching a hand out to hold yours. He takes hold of your delicate hands, the dry and cracked skin is rough under his but he knows his feel the same. He gives a quick squeeze before quickly retracting his hand when he realises your hands are bruised. The last thing he wants is to hurt you, "Thank God you didn't die."
He sighs, running a hand through his greasy hair. "I should go," He says softly and sadly. "I'm only allowed five minutes a day."
He places a gentle kiss to your hand as he stands. All to be heard is the bustling of delinquents outside the dropship.
"Just don't die this time, okay? If you die I'm gonna kill you," He smiles.
"See you later, wanderer."
-
The next day he returns, sitting in the same seat. "How're you feeling today?" He asks, although he knows he won't get an answer.
He tells you about his day, about how Murphy's still being a dick to everyone and Clarke's still acting like she runs the place.
He says something about Octavia and your breath hitches. He notices. "Y/N?" He asks.
You don't move, don't make a sound, but he knows you can hear him. "Hey, Y/N." He says softly.
"Please wake up," he continues. "You need to wake up because I can't do this without you." He says, his voice cracking.
You don't respond.
He kisses your hand.
As he climbs down the ladder he whispers to himself, "I think I love you, wanderer."
-
"Bellamy! Get Bellamy!" Clarke shouts. Octavia hears and stops what she's doing, weaving her way through the working teenagers to her solemn brother.
"Bell!" She says urgently. "Bell, come on! Clarke wants you."
Bellamy's ears perk up. Why would Clarke want to see him so suddenly?
He follows his young sister to the dropship, clambering up the ladder to your floor. He stops breathing when he sees Clarke and Monty over your body.
"Is she-" He chokes.
Clarke turns to him, giving him a relieved smile. "She's awake."
Bellamy lets go of the breath he's holding, as if he's been holding it for days, which, in a way, he has.
He takes a step forward as Clarke speaks again. "But she won't be the same. It was a serious trauma to the head, she might be mute for a while; possibly permanently. She also might not be responsive for a while. Her eyes are open, that's a good sign."
Bellamy nods, moving over to you. He crouches down, smiling at your open eyes. He takes hold of your hand again. "I almost lost you." He whispers heart-brokenly.
Your eyes flicker to his but your head doesn't move.
"It's good to see those eyes again, wanderer." He smiles.
You squeeze his hand.
He squeezes yours.