The group slowly approached the gates to the camp, as the sun had began to set in the west. Bellamy was walking far ahead of everyone, and Finn was walking with a limping Raven behind him.
Clarke was a little wobbly whilst walking her way back to the ship, her anaesthetic had began quickly wearing off. It was that which allowed her to walk all the way from the mountain to the river in the first place. Besides, she had undergone surgery. Murphy had his arm around Clarke's waist, helping to support her as she walked.
Jasper and Monty would be seen from the distance, standing either side of the gates with makeshift weapons in their hands.
Monty saw the group approaching and called down, "Harper, open the gate."
He looked at Jasper, and mischievous smiled flashed on both of their faces. They both jumped down from their stand posts at the gate and appeared as the gates opened.
They saw Murphy helping Clarke to walk and immediately ran right past Raven to help her inside.
Besides, she was their leader.
"Hey guys! How has being in charge been? Nobody has died right?" Clarke asked, raising an eyebrow as they lifted her off the ground and began walking towards her tent with her in their arms.
They laughed, Clarke always had a strange sense of humor, one that was random but would always make you laugh.
"Nobody's dead, and being in charge is hard." Jasper replied, lowering her onto her bed.
She shot them a glare, "It's not easy being me is it?"
Monty shook his head, "Certainly isn't, Griffin."
They soon exited the tent, and Clarke was left alone once again. Her last few days had been spent in bed or being sick, and she was fed up of it. Her job wasn't to lay in bed all day, it's to lead people and keep people safe.
But she knew for the next few days Bellamy would be able to handle the responsibility. But for her to get better and lead properly, she needed rest and sleep.
She rolled onto her side and covered herself over with the piece of parachute material she uses as a blanket, and rested her hands under her head. Shutting out the rest of world by closing her eyes to sleep.
Bellamy
It had now been a few hours since they had all returned back to camp, and days since he had slept. But despite all of that, instead of going to his nice bed in his tent, he stayed outside sat on a log around the camp fire.
It was cold, extremely cold, but the heat radiating off of the fire onto him made him ignore it. Everyone else in camp had retired to their tents and the dropship, and Octavia was off in Lincoln's cave.
It was just him alone, with his nice warm fire, peeling himself an apple and almost cutting himself in the process.
His apple soon disappeared from hid hanf though as he heard a small scream, and loud whimpers.
He jumped up from his seat, immediately grabbing his gun thinking it must have been grounders. But if he looked closely he could see two shadows in Clarke's tent, and the whimpers coming from there.
He ignored it thinking it wasn't important. It was probably just a bad dream, she didn't need babying through that.
But then he heard more cries coming from her tent, but what surprised him was he heard her scream his name in agony.
He ran straight into the tent and saw a body hovering over hers, and Clarke laying on the bed. Tears running down her face and blood soaking through her shirt.
He yanked the person by their shirt and punched them hard in the face, their nose making a cracking sound in the process. He threw them to the ground and sat in their body to keep them still, whilst holding a knife to their throat.
When he looked down at who it was, he saw that he was sat on top of Finn.
"What were you doing to her?" He shouted.
Finn ignored him, and Bellamy punched him in the facr.
"Tell me!"
Clarke began coughing a lot.
"He came in and scared me, he was trying to get into my bed, so I sat up and my stitches came undone." She cried.
Bellamy looked Finn dead in the eyes, blood around the boys lower face. He grabbed the handle of his knife and hit him hard around the head, making him passout.
He turned his head to face Clarke, who was laying on her bef crying and covered in her own blood. He rose from the ground and ran to her, pushing her hair out of her face to see her.
He carefully slid his hands under her body, being careful not to put her in anymore pain than she was already in.
"I'm getting you out of here, Clarke." He said, to reassure her as he lifted her body up and left the tent.
Sorry guys for not updating sooner, I always write when I'm going to bed because i think better at night for some weird reason and then accidentally falling asleep whilst writing haha
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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...
