The 100 Imagines & Preferences

Supply Run | Bellamy Blake

Imagine requested by JennJenn123425

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"The dropship has rocket fuel, we could use it." Sanclair stood by Raven, the girl with a proud look on her face that he used her idea. And with that, Kane had rounded up you and Bellamy for the job.

"Kane, I don't know-"

"I'm going with or without you, Bell. I need to get out of this place." You stated, arms crossed over your chest. He let out a low sigh, staring down at you. He held a hard expression, but your arms crossed over your chest, glaring up at him.

"Fine. Let go, angel." He sighed, leaning over and kissing you gently on the forehead. The two of you gathered your things, before hopping into the rover. He started the vehicle, glancing over at your with a sad look in his eyes.

"I'm going to be okay, Bell." You sighed, leaning over and pecking him on the cheek. He smiled over at you, his hand clapping on your thigh.

"I know, Jenna. I'll make sure of it." He smiled, watching as the gate opened. He drove out, his hand still clasped around your thigh. You leaned against the window, your eyes fluttering closed.

~*~

"Jenna, wake up honey." Bellamy mumbled, tapping your leg. You groaned lowly, stretching out. "Let's go, make sure you're alert sleepy head." He smiled, grabbing his gun before climbing out. You followed suit, rubbing the tiredness from our eyes.

"Do you have any idea how to get the this stuff?" Bellamy asked, arching an eyebrow at you. You laughed lowly, leading the way over to the pannel. After forcing the boy to pry it open, you crawled inside, Bellamy peering in at you.

"See what you get for being so damned tall? Can't even fit under here." You chuckled. But when you looked back, he wasn't there. "Hey, Bell?"

And that's when you heard yells from outside. Grounders. You scrambled to grab your gun, crawling out of the compartment. Then, you were met with a grounder's arrow embedding itself in the side of your leg.

"Shit!" You cried out, pain shooting through your calf. You jerked the arrow out, your mind focused on the pain, causing a grounder to get the better of you as you were tackled to the ground. After you snapped to, you managed shoving them off of you. You raised your gun, shooting one down. But it was knocked out of your hands by another, the grounder swinging his katona at you.

The blade nicked your ribs, blood beginning to pool from the cut. You scrambled to your bag, pulling your machete from it. Beads of sweat began to fall from your forehead, your mind swimming. You clumsy swung your machete, the grounder slicing your ribs again. Your machete raised, but you ultimately collapsed to the ground.

That's when Bell ran around the drop ship to get you. His eyes widened as he saw one of the grounder throwing you over his shoulder. The archer took a shot, but he quickly dodged it, shooting the archer down. Right before the grounder could disappear into the trees, he took a shot towards their leg, hoping it wouldn't hit you.

And just as he had hoped, the grounder crippled to the ground. He ran over, taking another shot as the grounder stirred. Kill shot.

Bellamy dropped to your side, cupping your face in his hands. "Jenna. Jenna, honey." But you were completely unconscious. He scooped you up in his arms, running back to the rover. He tried to be gentle, placing you in your seat, before slamming the door and running to the drivers side. "I'm gonna get you back baby. You're gonna be okay. You're  going to make it."

He sped back to the camp, Raven and Sanclair meeting him in anticipation. But he stormed past them, scooping you out of the seat and running to medical.

"Abby! Abby, you have to save her." Bellamy yelled out. People watched as he stormed past all of them, placing you down on a table.

Abby ran over to you, Jackson following closely, worry written on their faces. "Go get Lincoln." She ordered, the two quickly disinfecting their hands. Those very words sent panic surging through him, because he knew that meant one thing: poison.

With panic surging through him, he ran out, his eyes scanning the camp. He then spotted Octavia, the boy frantically running over to her.

"Octavia, where Lincoln? Jenna, she-she- she was-"

"Bell, deep breath. You're talking too fast." She sighed, holding her hands out. Bellamy let out a shake breath, Octavia shaking her head with a small laugh.

"Jenna- she- she may have been poisoned. I need Lincoln." He breathed. Octavia's eyes widened, dropping the brush she was using on the horse.

"Go back to med, I'll get Lincoln." Bellamy nodded, the two parting. He sprinted back to medical, Octavia running to hers and Lincoln's room. But he wasn't there. She instead dug through his things, pulling out the viles. She shoved them into her pockets, running back to medical. "I couldn't find him, but here are his remidies. I'll go back out though, try to find him."

Octavia stole a glance at you, before running out. But Bellamy stood by your side, his hands clasped around yours. Abby had closed up all your wounds, but he knew it was just as they feared, poison. You were pale, your fever running high, and your chest heaving. He was panicked, feared losing you.

His hands clasped around yours, his head leaned against his arm. He stared over at your poor state, his heart dropping. That's when Lincoln and Octavia ran through the door, Lincoln running to your side. He let out a low sigh, rummaging through the viles, before coming up with a yellow liquid. He took a clean needle, injecting the stuff into your arm.

"Is she going to make it?" Bellamy asked in a low voice, looking up at him. Lincoln nodded, Bellamy letting out a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Lincoln." He said, Octavia smiling over at the two.

"Youre welcome. Make sure she drinks when she wakes up." Lincoln stated, watching as Octavia placed a hand on Bellamy's shoulder.

"She's strong, and too stubborn to die, Bell. She'll be okay." The corners of Bellamy's mouth twitched up, the boy bringing your hand up to his lips. He kissed your hand gently, his lips pulled into a thin line.

"It's my fault." He breathed, his hand squeezing yours tighter. "I left her in there, left her free to an attack."

"It's not your fault Bellamy. Jenna will be okay, the medicine will work and her wounds weren't too bad." Lincoln reassured. Bellamy was about to respond, when your hand tightened around his. You groaned out, shifting on the table.

"Jenna." He breathed, jumping up. Your eyes squinted open, a grin breaking out across his face. "How are you feeling."

"Eh, I'll live." You chuckled. Bellamy smiled, leaning down and kissing you gently on the lips. "Thank you."

"Jenna, I left you. Why are you thanking-"

"Baby, you went after me. I was barely concussion when the grounder was trying to carry me away, but you saved me." You smiled, squeezing his hand gently. "I love you."

"I love you too, honey."