Even though Bellamy disliked her, and she disliked him back, all he wanted to do was tightly wrap his arms around Clarke bringing her into a hug. He never wanted to see someone as strong as her in pain.
He slowly took a few steps towards her over to her and places out a hand for her to take, she hesitates at first but she places her small, pale hand in his large tan ones.
His hands were warm, heating up her cold ones.
She could have sworn she felt his thumb stroke the back of her hand, but she shook off the thought.
He begins pulling her up when they hear rustling in the trees.
The trees begin to sway but it's not from the wind as the air is silent and peaceful, no gusts rushing past, it must be grounders.
Suddenly a knife whizzes through the air and strikes one of Murphy's men in the head, the blade slicing through his skull, it startles Bellamy and he hurries to get Clarke up on her feet.
But her eyes widen in fear as an arrow fly's past Bellamy's head and plunges into her stomach, sending her falling back to the floor, but Bellamy catches her.
"Ah!" She screams out in pain as sobs erupt from her eyes, and blood pools out of her wound onto the floor.
"Clarke!" Bellamy shouts in fear.
Murphy and Finn run over to them to help them lift her up, they start running through the forest carrying her in their arms, "Clarke, keep your eyes open." John says soothingly.
She whimpers and her cries are shaky.
She lifts her shirt up and everywhere around the arrow has turned yellow, "What the hell?" John says.
"The arrow has poison on it. " She slurs slowly, her head rolls backwards and her body becomes limp as she passes out.
"Poison?" Bellamy stutters, his voice shaking.
Finn wraps his arms around Clarke and takes her out of the others hands, he holds her bridal style as he begins sprinting.
"Bellamy, go and get Octavia, Murphy come with me! There's a spot in the forest, there's not many trees in the spot and it's northwest of camp, you'll find a metal door under some leaves. " Finn says.
Himself and Murphy sprint as fast as he can to the underground bunker himself and Clarke often snuck off to.
It's not long until he sees the area of the bunker, he flings the door open and starts to climb down the ladder with her over his shoulder.
He runs over to the unmade bed that they had been intimate on only a few days ago, and lays her limp, fragile body down.
"Sorry Clarke, I know you like this shirt." He whispers to her.
He rips the shirt from the chest down with his knife and then takes the cloth and wraps it around her torso, below the arrow.
Her skin has sticky sweat coating her body, her skin glistening in the candle light.
He grabs onto the end of the arrow and slowly pulls it out.
She suddenly wakes up and screams as he pulls the arrow out, but she then passes out again from the pain.
The once pale skin around her wound burns wildly and has turned a mustard yellow with green and red coloured veins flowing beneath them.
Murphy runs over to them and lifts Clarke's head up and places a pillow beneath her dainty head, her blonde locks spilling over the pillow and her shoulders.
Her eyes begin to flutter open and she hisses from the pain in her stomach, "I'm so cold." she whispers, she's so quiet that she looked like she was just mouthing words to them.
Finn grabs the blanket from the other bed and covers her over with it, laying down beside her and she rests her head on his shoulder. His arm snakes protectively around her waist and he gently rubs his rough hands over her cold shoulders.
"Where are we?" She asks.
"The bunker." Murphy replies sitting down on a chair in the room.
She squeezes her eyes shut tightly and weakly nods her head, she takes a big gasp of air and then says "There's a bunker on the Ark?"
Finn's head shoots up to look across to Murphy's, their eyes both overfilled with absolute worry and fear, Murphy runs his hand through his greasy locks and lets out a shakey sigh.
Finn lays a kiss on her head, a tear rolling out of the corner of his eye, "No, no a bunker on the ground." he says.
She shakes her head left and right, her waves bouncing around as she does so "No, the ground isn't survivable for another 100 years, if we were on the ground we all would have like melted or something from radiation." she answers taking big pauses to breath in between.
Suddenly the bunker door opens up and Bellamy slides down the ladder and runs over to them, "How is she?" He asks.
Finn shakes his head to him, "She's not doing good."
Bellamy purses his lips and sits down on the couch beside the wall, he looks at the ground and tugs at the roots of his hair.
Octavia soon jumps down the ladder with the grounder she's been sneaking off to see, Lincoln.
"Oh my gosh, Clarke." Octavia gasps when she sees her.
Lincoln walks over to sit beside Clarke and takes her hand in his, "Lincoln!" Clarke slurs with a big grin on her face, as she taps his cheek with her other hand.
"It's like she's drunk." Finn whispers to Lincoln.
He begins inspecting her, checking her eyes, her body temperature, her mouth, "Her face is flushed, her eyes are very dilated and her mouth is as dry as the dead zone..."
"The dead zone?" Murphy questions.
"Shut up, Murphy! " Bellamy exclaims.
Lincoln picks up the arrow and inspects it,
"It's Atropa belladonna, in other words deadly nightshade, the grounders usually brew it and make a person drink it but I guess they've started dipping their arrows into it. They use it because it weakens people, good news is that it's treatable but the bad news is the only place I can get the right stuff to treat this is from another clan."
"What's so bad about that?" Bellamy asks.
He sighs and Octavia comes up to him and places hand on his shoulder, Bellamy's jaw clenches and his hand ball up into fists at the sight.
"It's about a days walk from here, but by the time we get there the poison may have already seeped into her bloodstream." He explains.
"Then let's get doing." Bellamy says.
Finn quickly jumps up and runs to Bellamy, "No you stay here and look after Clarke, I'm better at negotiating and she's my responsibility." He says.
Bellamy nods and sits beside Clarke, she looks up at him and gives him a big grin since she's so drowsy. He returns a grin enjoying this side of her, even though he shouldn't because she's only like this because she was poisoned.
He never thought he'd see her smile at him.
Murphy gets up and goes with them, "So where are we going?" He asks.
Lincoln looks back at him, "Trishanakru."
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Oxygen➡️Bellarke
Fanfiction"You are like oxygen. " Clarke whispered stroking his cheek. "Why is that, Princess? " "Because I'd never be able to live without you, Bellamy." Clarke Griffin had been a prisoner of the sky for years, locked away to keep a secret nobody could know...
