At last

Chapter Thirty Three

Bellamy's point of view

After wiping my hands off on a rag, and putting all the supplies away, I pick Clarke up again and carry her over to the sleeping bag that is laying beside the fire.
"Bellamy no, this is your sleeping bag," Clarke protests.
"I don't care, you are going to be in my sight at all times now," I sigh, as I sit her down.
"Bell-"
"Clarke. I am making you my responsibility until you're better, and that means not leaving your side. When you need something, I either go get it or carry you there. No walking. At least not until your leg is completely healed. Understand?"
She lets out a little laugh. "Okay... mom."
"Hey! I'm just looking out for you!"
"I think you had a little to many drinks... your even more pushy than before. And I didn't think that was possible," she laughs, poking my leg.
"I'm just being a good friend."
"Sounds like more than a friend," smirks raven as she walks past us to her sleeping bag.
"Shut up," I say quietly, looking away from Clarke. Clarke and raven let out a little snicker as I turn away, hiding my blush.
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Clarke's point of view

I took in a lungful of the night air, looking up at the stars. I hadn't been able to sleep outside ever since I was stabbed, and I had begun to feel deprived of the serenity of the darkness.
If I was starting to feel detached from the outdoors after three days, I could only imagine what the others had had to endure on the Ring for six years.
Which reminded me of the current absence of something. Or, more specifically, someone.
I rolled over, taking care not to roll onto my right side. I spotted Bellamy in front of me, sitting with his elbows on his knees within arm's distance. His face was turned up towards the sky, his eyes taking in the view of the cloudless night.
I simply watched him. This was one of the rare times that I had seen him actually taking time to admire the fact that he was on the ground again. That he was home.
Then again, when I had first arrived on Earth, I hardly ever took the time to actually admire the beauties of the planet. It's not like I'd ever had the time, with the constant threats of war and death hanging over me.
Without looking at me, Bellamy spoke softly, "I'm going to see my sister tomorrow." He looked down at his hands, a small smile on his face as his words processed. "God, I'm going to see my sister tomorrow." His face slowly contorted into one of worry, and his brows furrowed as he shook his head. "She was forced to maintain the peace between clans that had been at war with each other for years, inside of a cramped bunker for five years, only to remain trapped for another." He looked at me, looking genuinely concerned, "Clarke, what if she's gone insane?"
I let out a small laugh before reassuring him, "Octavia is tougher than you think, Bellamy. Besides, she's not 17 anymore. She learned a lot from you."
He snorted, "I thought leading 100 teenagers was rough."
We were silent for a few moments before I scooted over in my sleeping bag, giving the space beside me a little pat. "Get in."
Bellamy shook his head, "No. I have to make sure that Echo doesn't try anything."
I followed his glare up to the branches of a nearby tree, I saw Echo asleep on a branch, her back resting against the trunk.
"That's Harper's job," I yawned. "She's on watch tonight."
Bellamy was silent, so I pressed on, "You don't want to be exhausted when you finally see your sister again, do you?"
He rolled his eyes, defeated. "Fine."

I'm sorry this chapter is so short but the next one is longer so please don't be mad. Thanks for reading! Hope you have a great day!❤️