Lovely || Bellamy Blake

04

O and I rush to where Eleanor was. The moment I saw an outline of a body, I ran straight past Octavia and to the body. It was El, I was taken back, she looked all bloody and bruised and it made me cringe in pain. How could she survive all this torture? 

I finally collected myself and carefully picked her up. I turned around to see Octavia still at the top of the hill. "Go a little ahead of me so you can tell them to open the gates," I said loud enough for her to hear me. She nodded as a reply.

She waited for me to get up to the top of the hill, she nodded and took off running. I looked down at Eleanor and sighed, "How could someone do something like this to someone who didn't do anything? This should've been me," I mumble. I instantly remember how harsh I was when we first landed, almost killing my own best friend, Murphy. I shutter at the thought of that terrible memory.

I hoped this wasn't another one of my dreams where we got her stable and she is okay then I wake up. "Now I won't be going insane," I thought aloud, "but if she doesn't survive then you'll be insane," I contradicted myself. 

I made it half way and at leat five arrows were shot at us. I only had a tiny pistol and no hands, so I took off running. I managed to not get hit, or so I thought. I run straight through the gate and ran to Clarke standing by a tent, raising the flap ready for Eleanor. 

"Bell?" Octavia questions, I look over to her after setting Eleanor on the bed for Clarke to examine her. 

"Yes?" I reply putting my hands on my hips. She points at my shoulder, I glance over to the direction of her finger. There was an arrow sticking out of my shoulder.  I gasp, "how did that-" I start to question. "Adrenaline," Clarke answered my question. 

I violently grab the arrow and yank it out, it really didn't hurt but it started to bleed so I got Octavia to wrap it up. "How is she?" I question.

Clarke sighed, "not very good, I honestly don't know where to begin with her. They extracted a lot of bone marrow, the broken and bruised bones, the amount of torture they have done to her, she shouldn't survive technically. I mean, she shouldn't be alive right now," Clarke said. After five seconds of nothing being said Clarke turned around. 

"Oh, you wanted me to say positive stuff?" She questioned and both me and Octavia nod. "Well I mean these newer damages look at least a week old, so she has survived a week with all of this. So she's a fighter," She says, "so that's good" she finishes.

"Bellamy, could you get me some more alcohol from Monty's tent?" She questions and I immediately walk ou of the tent. I was greeted by the whole camp. I was overcome with many questions: "Is that the girl you left behind?" "Is that the girl who was missing for several months?" "Is she going to die?" 

I push through the crowd, ignoring their questions. I run into Monty's tent and find hid the hidden stash of moonshine from Unity Day. I make my way back through the crowd and into the tent. "Here," I said handing the moonshine to Clarke. "Most of the camp is out there," I sighed running my hands through my hair in aggravation. 

Octavia sighed and walked out. I heard her being drowned by the questions, I was debating on whether or not to go and save her. I decided not. "Hey," I heard her scream, it quieted the crowd down and woke up the rest of the camp, "this is none of your business, but hey since you're up why not get to work? Huh? Hunters go hunt, Fishers go fishing, Scientist do your science things, okay? Great," she screamed orders at them, I couldn't help but smile, she's grown so much. "Bye," frustration she said after serval seconds of them not listening. 

She walks back in and takes a deep breath in frustration. I crack a half smile and put a hand on her shoulder. She looked up and smiled. The cute sibling moment that we had was broken with Clarke's worried voice, "Bellamy," she says stepping out of the way. 

I saw Eleanor, her body was all cut and bruised, her body was shaking. "Clarke, what's happening?" Octavia worriedly asked before I could even form a single thought.

"I think she's having a seizure. It may be because of the pain but I wouldn't be surprised if they hit her head to knock her out while they take blood and bone marrow from her so she would stop screaming," Clarke said. 

"Well make it stop," I scream. "Bellamy, I can't it's a neurological thing. I wish my mom was here, she would know everything about this," She sighed putting her hands in her face, wiping her face in frustration.

"I may know how to help," We all turn to the corner of the tent that we have not acknowledged, it was Murphy. 

"Murphy? What would you know about this?" I question bitterly thinking it was a joke. 

"Well, when my mom, who was so deep into alcoholism, when she went to sleep and wasn't drunk, she had seizures because of withdrawal. It got so bad at one point that she had seizures randomly. Drunk or not," he sighed, "we have to get her awake somehow," he sighed looking down, "like now," he said getting up.

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Guys, I don't know if the seizure things are accurate or not, so please no hate on that. 

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