Prisoner 83 | the 100

chapter forty-seven

The room fell silent as Hazel looked around at the other two. She was confused about what had just happened, but also about why her body ached so much. She mentally cursed herself for falling asleep in such an uncomfortable position, seeing as it would most likely cause her pain for the next few days.

Hazel made eye contact with her coworker and frowned when the light-skinned doctor sent her a wink. Turning away, the dirty blonde glanced quickly at Bellamy before her eyes fell to his wound. "How are you feeling?" she asked, concern laced in her groggy voice.

The curly haired brunette shook her off easily, not too interested in discussing his injuries. In all honesty, Bellamy was pretty sure he would have preferred for any other doctor to check his wound. Everyone except for maybe Skyla, that is. 

"Fine, you don't have to—"

Hazel rolled her eyes, dismissing the ex-janitor as she began to tug the fabric of his pants away from the injury so she could get a better look. "Yeah, we're gonna need to remove some of this coverage. . ." she trailed off as her eyes searched the medical table at the brunette's bedside, not seeming to find what she was looking for. "Can you get me some scissors, Sky?"

"What are you gonna do with them?" Bellamy asked, slightly worried as the other doctor gleefully went to grab the sharp object a few tables over. He automatically reached down to stop the dirty blonde's movements.

"Your pants have to go," explained Skyla.

The curly haired brunette did not look pleased. Instead, he seemed rather nervous. He didn't have time to process the knowledge because a question was thrown at him.

"By the way, what the hell are you wearing?"

Bellamy glanced down at his clothing, remembering exactly why he was adorned in grounder gear. He had decided to take them off of a dead man, whom he did not kill. The brunette did all of this for Clarke, who was still gone. He had failed to rescue her, which was something that he added to his list of mistakes. "Ice Nation armor."

"And how exactly did you manage to get them?" 

It was obvious that Bellamy was the only one out of his group that had returned the previous day who was wearing the different clothing. The outfit stuck out, and didn't look right on the sky person. Hazel figured that the brunette must have gone rogue or something.

The ex-janitor smirked at the medic, saying, "Would you believe me if I said I took him out myself?"

Knowing that he was only trying to keep the subject light and distract her from finding out that Bellamy had failed the medic once again, the dirty blonde decided to somewhat joke back, "Well, maybe. But that would only happen if the guy was already dead."

He was taken aback by her words, seeing as that was exactly what had happened. Bellamy briefly wondered if the medic had been informed of what he had done. The curly haired brunette was quick to conceal his surprised as he brought his hands to his heart and mockingly asking, "You really have that little faith in me?"

"When it comes to knocking out a soldier from the Azgedan army, yeah."

The two twenty-something year-olds exchanged small smiles before the dirty blonde began to cut Bellamy's pants off of him. This earned quite the reaction from the male, who said, "If you really wanted to get in my pants, you could've just asked."

Although he had good intentions with his teasing, it was clear that he had taken it a bit too far. Even Skyla, who was trying to give the former couple some privacy felt awkward. The two were blushing heavily and were unable to meet the other's eye. They had a rough past, seeing as they didn't work out as a couple, and joking about it was definitely crossing a line.