The Bodyguard// a bellarke au

Chapter 5: Three in a bed

Clarke's pov

3 minutes after bellamy left the room clarke heard gunshots making her get up from her chair and run to the door, trying the handle but nothing happened, it was locked, dammit!

Nervously she paced the room for the next 5 minutes which felt more like hours but finally something thumped up against the door and fumbled with the lock. She grabbed a candlestick from the fireplace next to her, raised it above her head and walked into the line of sight of the door, just as it opened, revealing a broken and bloodied looking bellamy with a torn shirt, a large gash on the side of his head and bruising around his neck. Other than that he looked fine or so she thought before his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his body slumped forward and he blacked out. Quick on her feet she dove forward and as gently as she could lowered him down to the floor. Hands searching his neck only to find a weak pulse. SHIT.

"HELP! HELP!" she screamed

Seconds later marcus and another guard ran into the room guns drawn, "we heard the shots and came asap, clarke are you ok?" he asked. Tears welled up in her eyes as she nodded "Bellamy..." she sobbed, marcus' face grew pale as he saw the young mans crumpled body, "is he-""No, help me get him up on the sofa" she cut him off, they carried him over to the sofa and she ripped a piece of fabric off bellamy's shirt, pushing it against the cut on bellamy's temple to stem the bleeding. For the rest of the afternoon into the evening she used the medical knowledge passed down to her by her late mother to bring bellamy's pulse back to a strong regular beat and restore colour into his freckled cheeks.

Once he was stable they moved him up to his room (still unconscious) to rest. Clarke paced the room constantly looking back to check on him, unable to leave the room in case he took a turn for the worst when a quiet knock came from the door, which she opened to reveal a trembling octavia. within seconds O has launched herself and clarke, wrapping her arms round the older girls neck and giving her the biggest hug. "Thank you" she whispered, "for taking care of him" she clarified with a small smile and sad eyes, Clarke just nodded unsure of what to say since she was still technically the reason Bellamy got hurt in the first place.

After that Clarke stepped outside the room for a few minutes to give Octavia some privacy. About 5 mins later the door to the room opened and out popped octavia, "I think i'm gonna stay with him tonight," she whispered, with thank clarke began to leave but before she could octavia stopped her "Stay with me? I'm still kinda shaken from what happened earlier," giving the younger girl a warm smile which she hoped was reassuring clarke agreed "sure! It'll be just like a sleepover," and with that they re-entered Bellamy's room closing the door behind them. Since bellamy was situated in the middle of the bed they took the space either side of him.

Octavia lay on the right side furthest away from the door with her back to bellamy but still curled into his side, using his arm as a pillow. Clarke lay on his right side facing him with her head on his shoulder and her hand on his chest feeling his strong steady heart beat beneath her finger tips, sending her off to a peaceful sleep like a metronome.

Bellamy's Pov

He woke up to something tickling his nose and a throbbing head ache, as he went to scratch his itch he realised he couldn't move either of his arms and then it hit him...WAS HE PARALYSED?! He tried to remember what happened to lead to this event, he arrived at the mansion with octavia, ate ice cream with clarke, heard glass shattering, found the dead guard, was attacked, won the struggle and got back to clarke and then nothing. He looked down to his right to see Octavia with her back facing him using his arm as a pillow, so that explains his right arm but what about his left...

Turning to his left he was shocked to see the princess herself snuggled into the crook of his neck, hand on his chest and her leg hazardly thrown over his hips. He was about to extract himself from the possibly awkward situation when her samphire eyes fluttered open, widening when she saw her current position and his awake status, she begun to move away but for some reason he panicked. Not wanting her to leave their comfortable position together in bed he used his left arm still curled around her waist to pull her back in. Too embarrassed to say anything he buried his face in her hair pulling her in even closer to his chest and began rubbing circles on her hip with his thumb until they both fell back to sleep...

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