An Ocean For Me To Drown: Bellarke One Shots

John Doe

"Clarke! Need you in Trauma One, car crash victim." I hurried in after Doctor Miles, grabbing gloves the second I walked in the room.

"His face is swollen badly," the paramedic was telling the doctor. "So far he's a John Doe."

My eyes landed on his face, purple and swollen. His hair was dark, very wavy. I could tell he was tan, probably worked outside. I cleaned him up before sending off for tests. My heart clenched, hoping someone came for him.

The next morning, I went in to check on the John Doe, checking his chart to see if anyone had come for him.

"H-hi," his very dry voice barely came out.

"Oh!" I gasped, filling up a cup of water. I put in his straw and helped him drink. "Well, good morning."

"Am I dead? God, you're beautiful," he smiled.

"I think you're on some very wonderful pain medicine, sir. There was no identification on you at the scene, do you know your name? Do you have any family?"

"Yeah, yeah. My name is Bellamy, but my family is just my sister and she's not here."

"Bellamy," I smiled. "Okay, well we could still call her, to just let her know you were in an accident. The police tell us you were hit by someone who ran a red light. Do you remember that?"

"Yeah," he said. "Fucker hit me in the intersection. But, no one needs to be called. She's on her honeymoon, I'll call her in a few days when she gets back home." He looked me up and down as best as he could, grinning. "But I would like to tell everyone the hottest nurse in here is fussing over me."

"What's your last name, Casanova?" I asked, actually blushing.

"What's your name?" He countered.

"Clarke Griffin," I smiled.

"Alright, so when I get better and this mess of swelling goes down, I intend to change that to Clarke Blake." He winked a beautiful soft brown eye at me, causing me to chuckle. "Hey, don't count me out. I'm hot under all the bruising."

"Trying to charm a nurse while you're laid up in a hospital bed," I rolled my eyes, trying to stop smiling. "I bet all the ladies love you."

"Laid in a bed is where you're gonna like me once I can move without wincing, I promise you that," he smiled, shameless.

"Okay, Mr. Blake. I'm going to update your chart and send the doctor in to see you."

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"Okay, but that doesn't count," Bellamy said, shaking his head. "That day doesn't count!"

"I don't make the rules here," I shrugged. "You said on our first date, and then on our tenth. And you're the one who counts everyday here as a date," I said, recording his vitals.

"I was unconscious. But fine, okay. So today is our seventh date. That means you're putting out in three more days."

I shook my head at his shameless flirting and ridiculous plans to sleep with me. Again. "Actually, it looks like you're getting released tomorrow," I said, trying to hide the tinge of sadness that came with that sentence. "It looks like you're going to be back out in the real world, charming ladies."

"Other ladies?" He asked. "I can't have other ladies," he shook his head. "My future wife is here," he winked his gorgeous brown eye and smiled that heart stopping smile again.

"I never agreed to marry you, Mr. Bellamy," I sighed. "Be happy, this means you can get on home to greet your sister. Doesn't she come home tomorrow?"