After The World Ended [ON HOLD]

Using Death To Live

CLARKE'S POV:

Bellamy and Clarke barely made it to the bunker as the nuclear radiation burned through their suits and on to their skin. They groaned and screamed as extreme pain coursed through their veins. They were literally being burned alive.

Both of them lay on the cold concrete floor, their cries falling on only their own ears as the radiation eats their sun-kissed skin.

Praimfaya's waves of death quickly passed above the well-built bunker Bellamy and Clarke sought shelter in and made its way across the world, killing everyone who was unable to get to safety.

Several hours later, Clarke's skin stopped burning and started healing. THE NIGHTBLOOD WORKS! She thought to herself. She took a minute to examine her hands, her eyes pooling in wonder and happiness. Bellamy's soft whimpers reminded her someone needed her.

Her head whipped away from her hands, her blue eyes searching Bellamy's burned form. She yanked his helmet off and felt for a pulse. It was weak, but there. His chest rose and fell quickly, showing that he was having trouble breathing.

"Bellamy! Breath slowly!" Clarke ordered the dying man.

She switched to doctor mode, sifting through all of her training. She could find no solution. His wounds were awful and Clarke had never really had to deal with radiation burns.

Anger quickly took over her and she yanked at her messy blond hair. She began to cry rage-fueled tears and cursed herself.

"I really am the commander of death," She said out loud, talking to herself. "Whenever people are around me- they die!" She fell to her knees beside the man that saved her life, once again.

She thought about something ALIE made Raven say before they ride the world of the awful AI.

My father, Finn, all of the people in Mount Weather, Lexa, Jasper and now Bellamy. They all died because of me. Not to mention all of the hundreds of grounders, guards, and warriors who died inadvertently due to my actions. Clarke thought back to all of the people in Mount Weather. I killed over 350 people just to save 43.

She looked down at Bellamy's unconscious body and lifted his head onto her lap. She stroked his hair out of his face and felt tears slowly slipping down her cheeks.

She looked down at his head in her lap and spoke, "I wish you were awake so you could help me. You would know what to do you always know when to be there for me and now I can't even sav-." Clarke cut herself off and coaxed the idea out for her subconscious. "OH MY GOD! BELL! THE REASON FOR MOUNT WEATHER!....Blood transfusion!" She whispered the last part as her medical expertise kicked back in.

She carefully removed Bell's head from her lap and started to run around the bunker like a madwoman. She got all of the supplies she needed and struggled the large body onto a table.

Flipping him on his side, Clarke unzipped Bellamy's suit down to his waist. She pulled the sleeves of it off and tied them around his hips. She quickly searched for a vein and stabbed the needle into it. Bellamy's skin was extra sensitive because of the burns and the needle puncturing his skin made him groan.

Clarke hooked the tubes that were connected to the needle to the machine and sighed. Again she brushed the curly, black hair out of his face and leaned over.

Kissing his forehead, she whispered, "God I hope this works- even if it kills me. You are a better person than me and out of the two of us, only you deserve to live."

She then sat down next to him and inserted the needle into her arm. She pressed the lifesaving button and black blood made its way toward Bellamy. His red blood traveled to Clarke and she prayed for his life.

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Hello! I was rewatching t100 and decided that since the screenwriters didn't ship Bellamy and Clarke, then I would.
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