Bellamy and Clarke are leading the 100. She was never kid napped by Mt. Weather and never use the bomb at the drop ship.
She was knocked out and brought back to a village. When Bellamy finds her in the woods, she is severely injured. Bellamy attemp...
~Bellamy's POV~ "Bellamy. We need to get her to the Ark," Abby said and stood up from her chair. Only a few hours ago, she operated on Clarke. "No. Clarke was just operated on, Abby," I told her. "We need to get her back. I have antibiotics there that could help," she said. "Abby, what if she can't make the trip?" I asked her and crossed my arms. "It will be your job to make sure that she will. But she will die if we don't go," she said. I sighed and took Clarke's hand. I lean in, close enough to her ear and whispered, "I'm gonna get you better. I promise. Clarke, hold on. I... I need you." I grabbed the most comfortable cot I could find and a pillow. I picked her up as gently as I could and laid her down. Murphy and I carried Clarke as far as we could until the 82 needed to rest for the night. I sat by Clarke's head and laid my hand on her shoulder. She looked so beautiful in the firelight. The cot sat low on the ground. Abby sat on the opposite side of the fire, studying us. Why wasn't she over here worrying about Clarke?
*at the Ark* I sat in a chair beside Clarke. Clarke hasn't woken up a week since the operation. I was starting to get worried. "Bellamy?" I heard Octavia say by the door. She and Lincoln walked into the room and stood on the other side of Clarke. "Bellamy, you haven't eaten in days. You have hardly slept," she said. "Your point?" I replied. "Bellamy, I know you're worried about her, but starving yourself isn't going to help her," she stated. "She's right, Bellamy," Lincoln said. "I'll eat when I know she is ok," I told them. Octavia looked at me sadly. She knew she couldn't talk me out of this. I lightly held Clarke's hand and looked at her scarred face. "What if she doesn't make it O?" I said and tried really hard to not allow my voice to break. "Clarke is strong, Bellamy," she said and placed her hand on my shoulder. She knew that wasn't enough. "Bellamy, she will wake up. She has you looking after her," she added. "What if it's not enough?" I said and let a few tears fall, "I'm not good enough. O, I need her." She hugged me. I wrapped my right arm around her but did not let go of Clarke's hand. "She will wake up, Bellamy. You are doing everything you can. Clarke will come back."
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