Four months later
Clarke's POV
Everyday for the past four months, I've woken up to the smell of breakfast cooking. We were both aware that Bellamy's time was running out, but I tried not to think about it. I should have been more worried, when the house wasn't filled with the smell of bacon. Now, I sit in a hospital waiting room, while Bellamy is in surgery. I think about our late night conversations, and all those times I attempted to make breakfast for Bellamy.
Finally, a doctor approaches me.
"He's out of surgery now," Dr. Griffin, says with a gentle tone. "He should be waking up soon if you would like to go see."
I nod, then follow her through a couple identical hallways, and then to Bellamy's room.
I sit next to him for about a half an hour, until he starts to wake up. Shifting in bed, I greet him with a warm smile.
Bellamy's POV
I see Clarke's eyes filled with pity, as I wake up. She gives me a soft smile and I smile back. Before we can do anything else, Dr. Griffin walks in.
"Hey guys," she says, filled with concern. "We were about to give you a temporary fix, but you wouldn't be able to go much longer without a heart transplant. You've been put on the list, but we're afraid you wouldn't receive one in time."
She fills us in with more details. I'm not sad. I've been prepared to die for awhile now. When she leaves, I turn to Clarke. She gives me a reassuring smile, and that's why this breaks my heart.
"You have to go," I say, as a tear runs down my face.
"What?"
"You have to leave," I turn away, so she can't see my heart shatter. "I don't want you to see me like this."
She doesn't move.
"Please," I almost yell. "Just go!"
Clarke's POV
I wipe a tear from my eye, as I walk out of the room. I just want to get on my bike and drive. So, that's what I do. Drive. I drive until I don't know where I am. I stop at a gas station, and find a map. I realize that Washington D.C. is less than five miles away. That's where I'll go.
I stay there for the next two months, waiting for a call from Octavia. Waiting to receive the news that the only person I love is dead. The fact that the call never comes, fills me with false hope. A small part of me wishes that he got a heart, and is alive somewhere. I try to focus on the task in front of me. College. I got accepted into a community college, and am taking some courses.
I think I'm going to be a doctor. I want to help people, because I was powerless to help Bellamy. The classes are hard, and I struggle to keep up. The worst part is that I had to ditch my parole officer. If I ever go back to Polis, then I'll get arrested. Sometimes I think about it. Just to see if Bellamy's ok.
I slam my book closed, and set it on the table. Too much studying. My brain needs a break. I grab my jacket and walk out of my dorm. Throwing my jacket over my shoulders, I exit the building. I shiver in the cold, but continue to walk. I turn a corner, a almost run into someone. I look up to see they're familiar face. Bellamy.
