Shoelaces (A Bellamy Blake Fanfiction)

11 - A Hand to Hold

~ E l e v e n ~

'Sophia! Sophia, wake up.' Hands gently shook her shoulders before her hair was ever so gently brushed out of her eyes. She smiled, or at least she wanted to, the feel of the hand making her insides giggle with appreciation. 'Get her to Clarke, now!'

Sophia slowly rose out of the depths of the heavy, all-consuming darkness that clung to her like she was its light at the end of a tunnel, its only way out of its self-created hell. Her eyelids blinked slowly, confusion and pain overwhelming her.

Hands slipped under her arms, her legs, her back, lifting her into the air in one swift move. She floated in the air for a while, the light blue sky, edged with the tops of green trees, the only thing she could see.

'Clarke! Clarke, we need your help!' A panicked, desperate voice shouted as the floating stopped. Sophia knew that voice, had been embarrassed in front of it many times. She liked that voice. She wanted to record it and keep it in her pocket to listen to when she got homesick or scared. It made her feel safe, despite the danger that constantly surrounded them down on the ground.

'What happened?' Clarke's voice exclaimed as someone ran to her. Hands grabbed her shoulders, moved her clothes, touched her face. 'Her wound's infected.'

'Bellamy.' Sophia whispered, her eyes finally opening enough to see Clarke leaning over her, concern etched on her pretty face.

'He's right here.' Clarke told her, looking up as the boy in question leaned down on Sophia's other side.

'I swear I didn't trip this time.' She whispered, earning a smile from the effortlessly good-looking brunette despite the fear and worry clouding his eyes.

'I know you didn't. You're going to be okay.' Sophia nodded and reached out to the boy. She didn't know what she was aiming for; his face, his chest, his hand. But, when he reached out to envelop her small hand in his larger one she realised that that was all she needed. His touch sent a giddy, nervous feeling through her, armed her with the courage to fight against the destructive infection blaring in her arm.

'Get her inside. I need to clean her wound and stop the bleeding.' Hands grabbed onto her again at Clarke's command.

'It's okay, I've got her.' Bellamy announced before the hands all disappeared at once. Strangely, she felt empty, like the hands had been her only source of warmth in a dark, cold cave where she was left to fend for herself. But, then two different arms slipped around her, lifting her up and into a strong chest.

Bellamy's hand was about to slip out of hers, but she clenched it tightly, not ready to let it go.

'But... the wall... I need to-'

'I think it's safe to say that nobody will mind you not turning up for the rest of your shift. You need to get this sorted. And, if anyone has anything to say about it they'll answer to me, okay?' Sophia nodded and let the hands carry her into the drop ship. She was placed gently onto a bunk near Jasper's. Her eyes immediately went to him, her mind moving from herself to his wellbeing.

'Is he okay?' She asked, gesturing at the ill boy.

'He's okay. I got as much infected tissue out of his wound as I could. So, the last part's up to him.' Sophia nodded, her mind clearing as Clarke began to clean her wound. She moved to sit up, but Clarke reached out to stop her, Bellamy's hand on hers pulling her back. She looked up at him, not having realised that he hadn't let her hand go yet.

'Stay down, Soph.' Clarke ordered.

'No, I want to sit up.' Sophia said, lifting herself up. 'I feel too vulnerable on my back like that.'