Best Friends Brother

Chapter 22

Clarke

After the hospital visit I wasn't in the mood to do anything else, so I went to bed. I've been staying with Octavia this whole time since neither of us wanted to stay alone. Octavia was asleep on the couch so I just let her sleep. I went up to Octavia's room and fell instantly asleep.

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The next morning I woke up at 7 o'clock and couldn't go back to sleep. I decided to make breakfast for me and Octavia. I went downstairs and searched the fridge for something to make I decided on pancakes and bacon.

Once the bacon and eggs were made it was 8 o'clock. I decided to wake Octavia up so we could eat and get to the hospital exactly at 9 when visiting hours started.

After we both ate she decided to take a shower. I hated showering in the morning so I just got dressed. I put on a pair of skinny jeans with a hole in each knee and a plain white tee shirt. I threw my hair in a waterfall braid and didn't do any makeup.

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The drive to the hospital was short and quiet, neither one of us knowing what to say. When we got there I let Octavia fo back first so she could spend time with her brother. As much as I wanted to spend time with him, I knew she needed him and his time more than I did. I had forgiven him for what he did at the party because I didn't want to lose him when I was mad at him. I didn't want to loose him at all.

I sat out there on my phone and waited for Octavia to be done. I wasn't going to rush her or be inpatient. After about an hour Octavia comes rushing out of the room.

"Hey Clarke. Can I take the car to go check on a friend. Idk what happened but they seemed worried when they called."

"Yea here." I hand her the keys. "I'll stay here with Bell, just don't forget about me and leave me here over night."

"Thanks Clarkie I love you. I won't be long."

She quickly hugged me and left the hospital. I laughed to myself and went back to Bellamy's room.

He hasn't moved since I saw him yesterday, or any day. The cuts and bruises slowly but surely fading away. He was breathing on his own and he didn't have the neck brace on anymore.

I took a seat next to him and, like always, grabbed his hand. The doctor told me that the chance of him waking up was 50/50, and that talking to him ups his chance.

"Bell," it came out just above a whisper. I was starting to loose hope. "I love you. I forgive you for everything. Just please wake up."

I felt his hand twitch under mine. I looked at him and his eyes were twitching too. I didn't know what was happening. I watched his eye lids twitch for a few seconds before his eyes opened.