Bellamy Blake Imagines

I Don't Want To

Bellamy didn't even think he could hate grounders more that he already did, but they were really testing him.

When (Y/n) got back to the camp, Bellamy felt like he was back in the Ark, waiting for his mom to be floated. He was broken.

"Get Clarke," Bellamy said sternly to Jasper, who complied immediately.

Finn carried (Y/n) back to camp, two arrows sticking out of her stomach. Bellamy had run to her side to bring her into his tent and shouted for her to stay awake, but the girl turned pale and her breaths became short and shallow.

Bellamy pushed up his sleeves and placed it firmly on one of the arrows. Clarke was taking too long. He was not going to sit back and watch the girl he loved die.

"Wait!" shouted Clarke, running to his side. "Don't, you'll increase the bleeding." Clarke studied the physical signs, "She's in shock."

Bellamy bit his lip in frustration, but he stood down as Clarke started gathered clothed to try to stop the wound from bleeding. She observed the wound.

"Will she be okay?" Bellamy asked, his voice full of concern.

Clarke said nothing. She suddenly went weak.

"Will she be okay?" Bellamy repeated, louder this time.

Clarke was visibly shaking, and that terrified Bellamy. "If I told you the truth would you accept it?"

"Can you save her?" Bellamy said, his voice straining and barely audible.

"I can only try," she said, "Now get out of here. I need to tend to her wounds."

"I'm not going anywhere," Bellamy said sternly.

"Bellamy-"

"Clarke, you don't understand," he said, sadness seeping into his voice, "We've been through so much together. I'm not leaving."

Clarke hesitated, but she nodded nonetheless.

*

After a few hours, the arrows were successfully removed, but (Y/n) was not getting any better. Clarke struggled and struggled to improve her state but (Y/n)'s body was failing. She even had tears in her eyes. She was frustrated.

"I can't," Clarke said in a raspy voice, "She's going to die in the count of hours. She's already too far gone Bellamy, I'm sorry."

Hearing this, Bellamy felt like he lost everything. He just cant lose her.

"Bellamy," Clarke said, choking on the sadness of the lost of her friend, "Say your goodbye."

"I don't want to." For the first time in years, Bellamy cried. He was sobbing, silently begging for (Y/n)'s pulse speed up. The pulse were still there, a faint, slow but steady beat, and Bellamy held on to it as it his life depended on it.t

Clarke got out of the tent to call the others to say their farewells. Each of them quietly whispered nice things to her, even though she couldn't quite hear them. Octavia was the last one in the tent with him. She tugs on her brother's arm to urge him out of the tent, but he won't even flinch.

She eventually gave up and gave them privacy.

Bellamy's fingers stayed against (Y/n)'s wrists. The pulse was still there, thankfully.

"(Y/n)," Bellamy called, hoping she would answer, but of course she didn't, "I love you."

He wanted to say more. To say how much he misses her, how much he wants to hold her, but (Y/n) understands so much just by a simple I love you.

And Bellamy fell asleep against her shoulder, still feeling her pulse. When he woke up, he was overcome with joy that he was looking into familiar set of eyes, alive and well.

"I knew you could make it."

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