On Purpose

Chapter 13

Bellamy went to meet with the rest of his team who were going on a mission for the day. They were 6 people in total. They left Arkadia and headed out.

Clarke was walking around in medical, with nothing better to do. She organized stuff and cleaned a little. For some reason, Bellamy's face kept showing up in her thought's, but she pushed it away every time. 

Clarke knew that Bellamy was out for the day, and she couldn't help but worry. In the meantime, Bellamy was trying not to let his thoughts of Clarke distract him. 

"Hi, Clarke." Raven walked happily into the tent.

Clarke turned around and smiled. "Hey,"

"Where's Bellamy?" Raven asked, looking confused around. 

"He's on a mission, why?" Clarke asked curiously.

"He just usually flies around you like a fly." She smirked. Clarke sighed.

"No, he doesn't." 

Raven tilted her head, not believing Clarke hadn't noticed it herself, but Clarke gave her a death glare, and Raven didn't say anything. 

The two chatted for a while before Raven had to go back to work. It was 6 PM, and Clarke was ready to get out of medical and get some food. When she walked outside she heard mumbling from voices coming from the gate. 

Clarke pushed her way past them to see what everyone was so curious about. 

Her heart stopped.

Miller and Monty were carrying an unconscious Bellamy. 

Clarke stopped Monroe. "What happened?" She asked sternly. "What happened?" She repeated again. 

"He fell and hit a rock, and then he was unconscious and then he began getting hot, and-"

Clarke rushed over to Miller and Monty who were carrying Bellamy into medical. 

"Lay him down here," Clarke said and they carefully put him down. She put a cold cloth to his forehead as she began cleaning the wound on the side of his head. 

"How long has he been unconscious?" Clarke spoke quickly, Miller and Monty barely understood her.

"Around 20 minutes?" Miller answered.

"Is there anything we can do?" Monty asked, as he just stood on the sideline watching Clarke trying to wake Bellamy and cleaning his wound.

"Not right now, tell my mom I have it under control, there's no reason for her to come over here," Clarke said, pausing for a moment before continuing taking care of Bellamy.

She didn't know why she was so nervous, she knew he was going to be better, and that it would happen soon. 

But she couldn't help that feeling inside her that made her worriedly sick. 

She finished cleaning his wound, but he was still unconscious. Jackson was in the room too because a patient had come over for a follow-up. 

She wanted to replace the now hot cloth on his forehead with a colder one, but as she took the cloth off, she noticed that he was hotter than when they bought him in. 

She didn't know why he was hot, the wound wouldn't cause that. She did all she could and replaced his cloth. Jackson left again, after making sure he couldn't help Clarke more. 

Clarke sighed as she dropped down on a chair just beside Bellamy, facing his way. She placed her elbows on her knees as she rested her head on her hands. 

She took deep breaths, as she calmed herself and waited for Bellamy to wake up. 

"Clarke?" The voice was small but just loud enough for Clarke to hear. 

She quickly turned her head to look at the sweating boy beside her.

"Bellamy. You're awake." She went to get him a glass of water before walking over to him.

"What happened?" He asked, clearly confused about the whole situation.

"You were on a mission and tripped and hit your head. Look like you're sick too." She was relieved now that he was awake.

"Well, I didn't feel too well this morning, so it makes sense." He looked up at Clarke as he smiled weakly. He took the glass of water and drank it before placing it on the table beside him. 

"Its-it's- I feel really hot." He said. "Can-can we take this off?" He pulled at his t-shirt.

"Sure. Sit up," 

Bellamy pulled himself up to sit, and Clarke helped him pull his shirt over his head. She placed it beside him and went to get him yet another cold cloth.

"Are you feeling okay?" She asked him as she handed him the cloth. 

"Yeah, I'm just exhausted. And hot, but I was born hot." Bellamy smiled at her. She chuckled but didn't argue with him. 

His hair was wet from sweat and fell down, clinging to his forehead. Small beads of sweat covered his face.

"Are you okay?" 

Clarke looked up at him to meet his eyes. He was the one who had been unconscious for quite a while. He was the one with a wound on the side of his head. He was the one with a fever, yet he asked if she was okay.

Clarke furrowed her brows. 

"Yeah," She nodded.