Oxygen➡️Bellarke

Chapter eight

She was repeatedly in and out of consciousness for hours. The heavy winds sweeping up leaves, that would fly around her as she travelled through the forest.

She finally woke up, her eyes slowly opening to the feeling of arms beneath her body. She assumed it must have just been Bellamy carrying her back to the dropship.

"Bellamy, what are you doing?" Clarke groaned, not even bothering to open her eyes.

"Bellamy?" She whined.

Clarke grew frustrated as he continuously ignored her calls and questions. She opened her eyes and looked up to see not Bellamy carrying her, but a man in an air suit.

Clarke was confused and startled as to who the strange man carrying her was. She had assumed that he was a grounder, but his apperance was different from any grounder she had seen.

From the air tight suit he was wearing, to his clean, neat apperance, in comparison to grounders who would walk around covered in dirt and ripped clothing.

This was no grounder.

"Hey!" She shouted, thrashing about in his arms.

"Stop squirming, girl!" He yelled.

Clarke ignored him and began searching her pockets for her knife, when she finally found it in the hidden pocket of her jeans she pulled it out.

"Tell we where we're going or else I'll slice open your suit." She shouted.

Then a painful smack knocked her out, as he hit her around the head.

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The room was pure white, everything in the room pristine and new, not a speck of dirt in sight. There was a large bed in the middle of the room, with an IV drip to the left, circulating around Clarke's body.

A heart monitor sounding at every small beat of her weakening heart, the screen creating little steep peeks with every breath she took.

She was a alive, but just barely.

The poision had done tremendous amounts of damage to the fragile girls body, as it migrated it's way to her major organs.

She had been put through hours of surgery to repair the dying tissue surrounding the organs keeping her body functioning.

Her blood had been poisoned, but regenerated with the help of their blood banks.

Clarke'seyes fluttered open ever so slowley, her bright blue irisis meeting the bare ceiling.

Her eyes slowley travelled down to her arms, which were binded tightly to the bed. She pulled on her restraints trying to set her hands free, growling in pain as they refused come undone.

"Help!" She yelled, the word echoing around the empty room.

A woman with long, silky black hair, and a white lab coat came walking in shortly after. Her hands gripped tightly to a clipboard, she sat herself down in a small arm chair beside Clarke.

"Hello, Clarke." Her soft voice soothed.

Clarke looked over at the woman, sat smiling beside her "Where am I?" She asked hastily.

"Clarke, you're in Mount weather."

And with no further explanation, the lady stood up and walk out of the door.

"Wait where are you going? Hey, come back!" She cried, trying to sit up.

"Come back!" She whispered throwing herself backwards as she realised there was no use calling.

Her eyes shut as she layed back, trying to contain the tears from spilling out. She was more than confused as to what was happening, or why as to why she was here.

Clarke didn't feel at ease at the thought of security camera's watching her, a constant presence around her.

She opened her eyes to look around the room, but her eyes latched onto something in particular. There they were, those sweet, chocolate brown eyes she had been searching for.

Bellamy, stood staring down at Clarke through the glass window in the door.