hesykhia • bellamy blake

xvi. we are grounders: part two

Rᴀᴠᴇɴ sʜᴏᴜᴛs ᴀs she walks around the dropship, "Help me!"  Finn, Clarke, and Octavia rush to her.  Finn picks her up.

"Skye!" Bellamy yells as he remembers what happened and runs into the dropship.  He finds the curly haired girl with her head drooped to her chest and her skin complete devoid of it's natural dark complexion.  He hurries to her.  He sees that her lips are tinted blue and her chest isn't moving.  "Clarke, she isn't breathing!"

Clarke rushes to Bellamy side and asks, "What happened?"

"Murphy shot her," he says simply.

"Murphy?"

"Yes, Clarke, now what do we do?"  Leader Clarke switches to Medical Clarke.

"Lay her on her back.  Where was she shot?"

Bellamy does so.  "In the leg–"

"I see it.  It hasn't hit any major arteries, but I can see the bullet.  First, we have to get her breathing again."  Clarke presses the heal of her hand and interlaces the other on top before pushing down on her chest in a quick pace.  As she does thirty chest compressions, she tells Bellamy to, "Tilt her head back, drop her chin, and when I say so, plug her nose completely and blow into her mouth twice.......Now!"

Bellamy places his mouth over Skye's and blows.  He pulls away to let her chest fall before repeating.  Once he's done, Clarke begins the cycle again.  They repeat another two times before Skye's heart starts beating again and she gasps for breath.  Bellamy had just pulled his mouth away when it happened and the first thing she saw was his big brown eyes and freckles.  She smiles up at him and covers his hand that's cupped her face upon revival.  Bellamy can't help himself.

He kisses her and Skye kisses him back immediately, not fully understanding why he was and why in front of Clarke.

"Don't you ever die on me again, you hear me?" Bellamy says after pulling away.  Skye's eyes widen and she glances at Clarke, who nods, then back to Bellamy.  She hadn't known she'd died.

"I need to get the bullet out before closing the wound," Clarke states.  "In its current position, it could move and hit one of your arteries, and then we'd have even more problems."

Clarke stands up and grabs a bottle of Monty's moonshine to wash her hands before handing it to Bellamy.  While he drenches his hands in the alcohol, Clarke searches for pliers, knife, and cloth.  She returns next to Skye and takes the moonshine from Bellamy's hands to sanitize the pliers.  She holds them up in Skye's eyesight.

"Okay, so this could hurt like a bitch or have no effect on you.  I guess we'll find out."  Clarke slowly approaches the hole in Skye's leg with the pliers, and Skye grips Bellamy's arm, remembering the pain she'd felt less than an hour ago.  Bellamy places a hand over Skye's fingers to comfort her.  They both watch as the tip of the pliers disappear into her flesh.  She didn't feel any pain up until the pliers touched the bullet and it took everything in her not to jerk her leg.  However, the back of her head hit the wall behind her to express her pain.  "I've almost got it, Skye.  Just hang in there."