Written by: hearteyesmurphy
Requested by: @meowkowska
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You were barely able to feel Bellamy's arm's curled under your back and knees. Everything had gone blurry and you didn't know where you were, which cause panic to settle in the pit of your belly. Tears raced down your sweat stained skin while your head lolled onto Bellamy's shoulder.
"Listen to me princess, you have to stay awake for me, okay? I need to make sure you're still breathing. We're almost back to camp."
You nodded, mumbling something incoherent to him while your fingers curled into his jacket. Your breathing was shallow, becoming a lot more choppy and quick as Bellamy raced through the thick patches of trees in attempt to get you to the medical bay.
"It hurts," you cried out, "it hurts so bad."
"Trust me, whoever did this to you is going to pay a price," the curly headed boy informed you, which caused a feeling of reassurance to pulse through your veins.
The sound of people chattering filled your ears, though by that point, it all sounded like a blur. Bellamy yelled at people to get out of his way, his pace quickening as soon as he caught sight of the Ark. Your eyes fluttered shut, which worried the boy even more, and as he barged into the medical bay, all the attention was on the two of you.
Abby and her assistant, Jackson, turned to see his frantic state and your nearly limp body, only to immediately clear a spot on one of the tables for you to lay down. Abby instantly went to rummage through the medicine cabinet while Jackson doused a cloth in rubbing alcohol.
"Bellamy," you croaked softly, looking up at him through heavily lidded eyes, your skin frigid to the touch from the operation table. You reached out, allowing the tips of your brushing against his forearm as he neared your shuddering form.
A look of pure worry was etched across his face; his lips were tugged into a frown and his eyebrows were furrowed. Lacing his fingers in your own, he whispered, "I'm right here, love. I'm not going anywhere."
Jackson was huddled over your exposed hip bones, an apologetic look displayed on his features. He ran the damp rag across your wound, which earned a quick, sharp intake of breath from you. You felt your fingers squeeze around your boyfriend's tightly, but he didn't seem to mind. He was there to comfort you.
The dark haired main continued with his work; you could tell he felt bad for having to cause you even more pain, but you were able to handle it after a while. He attended to any other injury that you sustained, soon bandaging everything up afterward. He looked at you, parting his lips to say, "you need to sleep. Rest will be your best friend right now. You're gonna be okay."
Abby returned with two pills and a tin of water, helping you get the small objects washed down your throats and into your stomach. Brushing a few strands of hair out of your face, she smiled softly at you before she left you and Bellamy alone. You squeezed his hand once again, weakly grinning at him before your eyes fluttered shut.
•••
"How are you feeling, y/n?" Bellamy cooed softly, brushing his chapped lips across your forehead with a small smile.
You did your best to shrug, "I've been better."
Sadness danced in his coffee irises; he absolutely hated seeing you in pain. He wanted to take all of that away from you and put it onto himself instead, but he couldn't. The only thing he could do was stay by your side and help you cope.
"I was told to check on your bandages," he told you.
"Um, Abby was gonna come back later," you quickly added, "I-I don't think she'd want you messing with them."
"That's funny because she was the one who told me to change them," Bellamy chuckled softly. He lifted the hem of your shirt gently, the tips of his fingers brushing against your skin as he did so.
You sucked in a breath, but not because it hurt. You didn't want him to see your wounds, to see the shame that you felt covered your body. The scars were reminders that you were too weak to fight back, and in his eyes, you know that weakness was fear. You didn't want him seeing you that way.
The curly headed boy was quick to catch on to why you were tense, though. Realization morphed his face, and he immediately stopped what he was doing to say, "don't be ashamed of these, y/n."
"It's hard not to be."
"What they did to you in there wasn't your fault and these don't define you," he spoke as he lowered his lips down to your hip to gently press them against the bandages, "they show that you're strong. They show that you made it out of there alive. That's what really matters."
You smiled at him, your fingers finding his dark locks, "I don't know what I would do without you, Bell."
"I think you'd be miserable."
"Shut up!"
A/N: hello! i hope you enjoyed this and that it fit everything there that you wanted! if you don't like something i can go back through and rewrite a few parts! we are also still taking requests, so go to the request page and fill the form out of you want!
