Clarke opened her eyes slowly, sitting up so that she could see her surroundings properly. Her eyes opened sluggishly, and she still had a blinding pain in her side.
She was burning up and her head felt like it was on fire.
She groaned as she pushed up the pillows behind her to try and sit up properly, "Bellamy?" She called out, the name echoing around the room.
She waited a few moments for a response in case he was asleep, but then she remembered that he had fallen asleep beside her last night.
And currently, he was no longer beside her.
She called out again, a second time, "Bellamy?"
And when she didn't receive a response the second time, she panicked and knew that something was wrong.
He wouldn't just leave her and not come back.
But she thought again, this is Bellamy, that's exactly something he would do.
The group were not back yet either, and they had left nearly a day ago.
Clarke shifted her legs to the side of the mattress, and slowly began pushing herself up so that she was standing. A sharp pain shot through her and she screamed out, before falling back down to the mattress.
She lifted up her shirt to look at the wound, the cut was surrounded by yellow and purple. She grabbed the pillow from behind her, and pulled the case off of it and then ripping it along the seam to make it longer.
She began wrapping it around her wound, and then tied it tightly.
"Suck it up Clarke." She whispered to herself.
She attempted to stand up again and luckily she succeeded, she slowly limped over to the ladder in the room that lead up to the forest. When she got out she slamed the door shut, making leaves and dust fly everywhere from the force.
She limped her way through the forest, making sure to be as quiet as possible so that Grounders wouldn't hear.
"Bellamy." She called out quietly.
She continued limping through the forest looking for the boy who had taken care of her.
"BELLAMY!" She yelled out, desperately.
She suddenly felt dizzy and light headed, she bought her hand up to her head.
She started wobbling and then she blacked out and fell hard to the ground.
Time was running out.
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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...
