ISABELLE, bellamy blake [CURRENTLY EDITING]

eighteen

isabelle
bellamy blake 𝘹 fem!oc
© WANDARYEN ──── 2024

If Isabelle had a dime for every time she was shot at, she would only have twenty cents which doesn't seem like a lot but it was deranged that it happened twice. Except this time it actually left a mark — unlike Dax who had terrible shooting at the time.

The bullet didn't just graze her skin. After removing her pants behind a curtain with Clarke for inspection, and Octavia at her side for moral support — the bullet managed to tear away a layer of skin that was going to leave a good scar over time.

"You might be limping for a while and your skin will bruise but it could've been worse." Clarke patted Isabelle's knee. "Not to downplay your injury and the emotional abuse Murphy put you through twenty minutes ago but you're one of the strongest here. I'm not sure what we would've done without you."

The corner of her lips curled upwards briefly at the compliment received from Clarke. Raven's soft groan of pain echoed around the small space they occupied behind the curtain and Clarke immediately exited to tend after the next patient.

"Here." Octavia offered Isabelle her jeans before kneeling down on the floor and helping her friend step into each pant leg.

With each movement of Isabelle's left leg, she hissed from the pain while her fingers dug into Octavia's shoulder for balance. "Not to be a complainer," her extended exhale caused the hair in front of her face to blow forward, "but this hurts like a goddamn bitch."

Octavia, nearly falling over from the weight Isabelle was putting on her, gazed up at her friend with a wide grin. "I've never heard you curse so much before. I'm starting to like this new side of you."

Isabelle only shook her head before buttoning up her pants and exiting out from behind the curtain. "You guys are disrupting my innocence," she spoke out to no one in particular.

Bellamy was waiting off by the side with his hands on his hips. He caught a fast glimpse of Isabelle finally making an appearance after Clarke checked her wound and a sigh of relief exited through his nose.

"Take it easy," he insisted, now standing in front of her. "Docs orders."

"I'm fine," she dismissed him with a wave of her hand.
Clarke pulled out a pocket knife from her belt and handed it towards Finn, who was nervously standing close to Raven's side. "Finn, I need you to put the blade over fire so I can cauterize her wound."

He nodded his head and did as instructed, leaving the drop ship as Isabelle rested her hands on the work table Raven was laying on. "Will it keep her alive while we move?" Bellamy took his stance beside Isabelle, glancing down at the small girl before shifting his eyes to Clarke. "That's what I'm hoping for," Clarke nodded.

When Finn returned moments later with the blade shining bright orange, Clarke got a metal cup full of water and set it beside Raven. "Do you want something to bite down on?" Clarke raised an eyebrow.

Raven protested with a shake of her head, "get it done."

The blonde nodded and took the knife from Finn, hovering the blade over her bullet wound before pressing the flat side against her skin.

Isabelle's nose crinkled from the sizzle and turned her head away from the scene. Her eyes subconsciously lifted up to look at Bellamy — who was already staring at her with silent concern.