Promise

Chapter 19

Bellamy's heart leapt into his throat the moment he head that Clarke had collapsed.

A part of him wanted to be angry at her because he warned her that she would get sick if she volunteered, but the other part just wanted to know if she was okay.

He excused himself from Lexa's side, not even knowing if him leaving was okay. His head wasn't in the right place, and that wasn't good for anyone.

He followed Finn towards the quarantine room and without thinking, he stepped inside, exposing himself to every germ that was in there. He didn't care, he had to see her.

He knew Clarke would drill him for coming inside even though she had been in there all day, it was such a Clarke thing to do.

When he saw her blonde tresses sticking out of the top of the bed, he knew it was her. She had her face buried into the pillow, he almost smiled at her form, but not quite.

Bellamy saw Abby walk in, horror on her face as she looked at her daughter. "Clarke, honey," she whispered as she grabbed her daughters hand. Bellamy watched the scene play out, his eyes wide as he was still trying to understand the situation. "What happened?" Abby said as she looked up at Bellamy.

Finn stepped forward. "She, collapsed, m'lady. Wow, there really is no good way to say that."

Abby studied Finn. "She collapsed?"

Finn nodded. Abby blinked and then moved Clarke's hair from her face. She put her hand over her forehead to see if she felt hot.

"Has she vomited or had any nosebleeds or anything yet? She looks exhausted," Abby said while rubbing soothing patterns onto Clarke's cheek.

"No, m'lady, she just collapsed. She did seem very tired though, no doubt she's been here almost all day," Finn said motioning to the endless amounts of people needing assistance.

Abby clicked her tongue. "I don't think she's sick." Bellamy could almost hear the sigh of relief coming from her words.

Bellamy kneeled down and studied Clarke's peaceful face. She had dark bags under her eyes.

"M'lady, she collapsed," Finn said like it was obvious that she was sick.

"Yes i know that she collapsed but that is not how the symptoms of this particular flu works. ." Finn backed down because of Abby's warning tone. "It starts with nose bleeds, then vomiting and then fatigue. She didn't have two of those, she's not sick."

"Not yet.." Finn said earning a death glare from Abby.

She pulled her gaze away from Finn and looked to Bellamy. "Can you take her to your room? She's not sick, and i want to keep it that way."
Bellamy nodded and picked Clarke's sleeping form up bridal style. "Let me know when she's awake, I'll come and assess her then."

"Okay."

He made his way out of the quarantine ward and he carried her to their room. Once they were there he placed her on the bed and pulled the covers over her as he brushed a piece of hair away from her face.

He decided to go and get her a drink and something to eat, he knew that she wouldn't have had anything yet. He watched the cook make the food, still suspicious about the attempt on Clarke's life all those weeks ago.