Bellarke Baby

Life Decisions, Literally.

Bellamy's Pov:

I breathed a sigh of relief when the guard members came back in. In a big box they carried bandages, tubes, medicines, cloths, you name it. Everything from the medical tent. I think they recognised my sense of urgency when I rushed with Clarke to Abby. Clarke looked pale, but not as pale as you would have imagined. She had her hair very messy, but she still looked beautiful- minus the blood on her face and entire body. Abby came rushing over with the box, after retrieving it, and rooted through for something. "What do you want me to do Abby?" I asked rapidly. "Hold the wound, right there. Don't let go." I placed my hand on Clarke's wound and didn't let go, I couldn't. I felt as soon as I did, then she would leave me; not die, but just leave without saying goodbye.

Abby ransacked through the box, clearly trying to locate something in it. She eventually pulled out a thin needle with some limp wire and threaded that through the tiny hollow hole in the needle. "I am going to need to sew this up, but you can't let go Bellamy. You will have to manoeuvre the cloth, you are holding against Clarke's skin, whilst I sew her up, just to stop any more blood loss." I did as Abby said. She held the needle up in her small arm and started to mend Clarke. I managed to move the cloth around the wound, like Abby had told me to so she could straightforwardly mend Clarke. My eyes only looked at Clarke's wound and heart beat to see if it was still moving slightly. Her pulse was returning back to normal, for now, which was always good considering her condition.

About 30 minutes later, Abby sewed her all up, which meant we all had to play the waiting game; waiting for Clarke to wake up. The radio that was still attached to the loop of her trousers, started making ringing sounds. I picked it up, pressing the button to see who was there. "Bellamy...we did it...we saved SkaiKru. Azgeda are dead!" Lexa announced through the radio. I couldn't be more happy to hear that. "I don't know how to thank you Lexa; really I don't....are you okay? Is anyone in any serious conditions?" The atmosphere paused for a few seconds before Lexa replied with: "No, but SkaiKru in Sector 1 will need medical attention. Most of them are dehydrated and tired, but no. We're fine, I'm fine." I sighed with relief knowing no-one would get hurt anymore. Aurora, she wouldn't get hurt. My baby girl. The thought of her always made me laugh because of her cheeky smile she permanently had.

And laugh, she did.

Whilst Clarke was being mended by me and Abby, the guard had managed to assemble a shabby stretcher that would carry her to the accurate medical supplies that she so desperately craved at this time. I flicked my hand over to the guards, to grab their gaunt less expressed faces and pointed to the stretcher to bring it over to Clarke. They rushed over, as they sensed my attitude, and placed it gently on the ground parallel to where my princess was laying peacefully. "Abby, can we lift her?" I asked quickly. "Yeah, but be careful. You grab her torso, VERY gently. I'll lift her head and you two can lift her legs." Abby said, almost telling 2 guards to look like they were doing something, when I reality they weren't. I lifted her torso every so lightly that it made me feel like I would erode her away if I touched her with a slight force. Abby supported her head and within 10 tense seconds, she Clarke was ready to be moved. I saw the other guards picking up any more scattered pieces of metal or syringes, anything that could have indicated we would need to come back here to get, which no-one wanted because I would be reminded of my princess getting hurt.

The black room had no warm feelings; it was hell.

The 4 of us carried Clarke to the medical supplies which had recently been moved to Sector 2. Abby didn't comment on much of what was happening, but instead walked too fast for me to keep up. She loved her daughter so much, just like her husband did. Clarke had loving parents that would always support, no matter where they would be.

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I saw Sector 2 ahead of me with the automatic doors just getting ready to open like a traffic light raring to go to green. My toned arms had now become deflated; not from Clarke, but due to the extensive amount of time it took to get there with us basically running at what you might call Abby's 'walking' pace. We all placed Clarke on the metal bed, via from her from the stretcher to the bed, and left her to rest. I remember Abby syringing a clear gel-like substance into Clarke's mouth before touching her thin lips with the lid of the syringe because the last thing I recall seeing, was Abby walk away and leaving me and my princess to sleep. I didn't know how long we would sleep for, but I would sleep no-more than Clarke would want to because she would get bored. After all, the worst thing to do, is to get the princess mad.

Thanks for reading this guys! I have published this a little earlier than expected, but that's a good thing. I might not be publishing for a while due to busy weekends and school- uhh. See you next time, Annie. Xxxx