The 100 - Gif Imagines

bellamy blake | what happened

     The last thing you remembered was an arrow coming straight for you. After that, you only felt pain, and then nothing at all as everything went black.

     Bellamy knew something was wrong the minute he heard panicked shouts coming from the other side of the camp wall. What he did not know was that you were the reason for the commotion. When he realized that it was your limp body being carried through the entrance to camp with an arrow sticking out of you, he almost lost all grip on reality. The boy carrying you barely got to set foot inside camp boundaries before Bellamy was in front of him, a wild rage gleaming in his eyes.

     "What happened?" he demanded, his fiery glare burning holes in the boy's head.

     The boy nearly shriveled under Bellamy's glare, his words coming out shaky and uneven. "We...we were out hunting for food and a Grounder found us. She got shot before we could get away."

     Bellamy's eyes narrowed for a moment before his gaze fell to your pale face. He held his arms out and took you from the boy, turning on his heel as he made a beeline for the dropship. "Somebody get Clarke! Now!"

     Once he had you on a bed inside, Bellamy let his anger fall away, replacing it with worry as he gripped your hand. Clarke entered seconds later, brandishing a jar of moonshine, a makeshift needle, some thread and strips of clean cloth. She set the items down and dropped to her knees to asses the damage, her fingers skimming over the surface of the wound.

     "It didn't go all the way through," she stated, feeling along your back as she cursed to herself.

     Bellamy furrowed his eyebrows. "Isn't that a good thing?"

     "No, we can't pull it back out the same way without tearing her to shreds. We have to push it through," Clarke said. 

     "Okay, let's do it, then," he said, his words rushed. 

     Clarke looked up at him with kind eyes, "Bellamy, you might want to leave for this. It's going to hurt her."

     Bellamy met her eyes, staring back at her defiantly. "I'm not leaving her."

     The girl paused for a moment before she nodded, gripping the arrow with two hands as she snapped off the end of it. "Okay, I need you to turn her on her side and hold her tight. Don't let her move."

     "She's unconscious," Bellamy deadpanned.

     Clarke shook her head. "She won't be pretty soon."

     Bellamy nodded and rolled you onto your side, his strong arms holding you tightly against his abdomen. Clarke took a deep breath and adjusted her grip on the arrow.

     "Okay, one...two...three,"

     Your eyes shot wide open as Clarke began to push the arrow through the rest of your abdomen, a bloodcurdling scream ripping through your throat. You thrashed in Bellamy's arms violently, trying your best to get away from the pain, even though you couldn't. 

     Bellamy clenched his teeth as he held you still. He hated the fact that you were in so much pain, but he knew that it would only get better if he let Clarke do what she needed to do. 

     There was a sickening pop of the arrow going through the other side, and it was enough to make you pass out from the pain yet again.

     Clarke quickly disposed of the bloody arrow and dipped a wad of cloth in moonshine, cleaning both sides of your would before stitching it up as good as possible and wrapping it with the remaining strips of cloth. After making sure that you were stable, she left you alone in the dropship with Bellamy to watch over you.

     You woke up sooner than he had expected you to, your breathing shallow and your eyes only half-open. You gently squeezed his hand, letting him know that you were all right.

     "Hey, Bell," you muttered, a partial smile appearing on your face.

     "(Y/N)," he breathed, relief flooding his features. "Don't get shot ever again, got it?"

     You chuckled lightly, disregarding the pain it caused you. "I'll try not to."

     Bellamy simply smiled and pressed his lips to your forehead gently.