Fallen Angel [Bellamy Blake]

Chapter 34: in your arms

CLARKE INSISTED ON CHECKING EVERY single wound on my body. And Bellamy had insisted on being by my side the entire time. It was hard to get the rest of my friends to leave my side, they all argued to stay with me. The only one I couldn't argue against was Bellamy, the guy was just too stubborn—and his presence was kind of comforting.

I lay on the cold hard slab feeling completely numb as Clarke presses moonshine onto each one of my cut. There wasn't much she could do about the bruising and swelling. I wince as soon as the moonshine hits the cut on my stomach both because the cut was deep and because the moonshine was stung.

"Christ," Bellamy mumbles, his eyebrows furrowed as his eyes sweep over my body. "When I find those grounder sons of bitches—"

"Bellamy," Clarke says forcefully. "You're not helping. Why don't you bring me more water?"

His eyes flicker to my face, before nodding and turning to leave. I let out a breath, staring up at the dropship wall.

"Kat," Clarke whispers, she was probably afraid that any loud sound would startle me. "Do you want to talk about it?"

I shake my head as a response.

Clarke sighs, "I thought I was going to watch my best friend be executed right in front of me."

I close my eyes, only to open them again quickly. Whenever I close my eyes, I saw Sebastian. I turn slowly to face Clarke. "I'm sorry," Was all I said.

Bellamy walks in then, a cup of water in his hands. I sit up slowly, aware that I was practically covered from head to toe in bandages. Bellamy quickly places a hand on the small of my back to help support me. I brought the water to my lips.

"I'm all done with your wounds." Clarke says, eyeing me warily. "You should probably get some rest now."

I nod.

"Woah, where do you think you're going?" Bellamy asks.

"Back to my tent."

Bellamy looks to Clarke, giving her a 'do you believe this shit?' expression.

Clarke sighs, "you shouldn't move around too much and you shouldn't be alone either."

"I'll be fine." I argue.

"I'll take her to her tent." Bellamy ignores me. "And, I'll stay with her."

Clarke nods. I groan in exasperation, great now I needed a babysitter. I knew that it was not unreasonable but still... I wanted something to complain about. I step down from the table myself, not waiting for either one of them to helped me. Bellamy and Clarke simultaneously held their arms out to steady me.

"So stubborn." Bellamy grunts.

He held me gently under my arms, supporting almost my entire body weight. Together we wobbled to my tent, where he set me down gently on the bed. I pulled out the letter that I had hidden under my blanket before.