We're Coming Home (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

VII - Contents Under Pressure

Outside of the dropship, a storm raged like Poseidon himself had risen from the ocean to assail us, like we'd done something to offend him. The wind beat on the metal so violently I thought the entire thing might fall over. Beneath my palms, I swore I could feel the dropship vibrating in protest, determined to stand tall against the hurricane.

My head pounded ever so painfully. I'd regained the ability to speak normally, and my stomach wasn't constantly fighting to eject itself from my body anymore. But I knew I was far from healing completely. I knew that I had to rest, keep my brain from being too stimulated, but I didn't want to be alone up here. And I had a gut feeling that the concussion wasn't as bad as it appeared. Something else was wrong with me. What, I didn't know. Maybe I was just making excuses.

Downstairs, Finn's grunts of pain made my stomach twist. His life was in Clarke's hands, and I couldn't imagine the pressure of that. I prayed that he would come out alive. But I believed in Clarke. She would succeed.

A crack of thunder outside shook the dropship. I groaned. Why did everything have to be so loud?

The hatch to the top level opened and Octavia popped her head up. "Hey."

"Hey," I responded.

"Feeling any better?"

"My head yeah, a little," I admitted. "But I still don't feel...right. Maybe that sounds crazy."

Octavia shrugged. "Nah, I get it. I don't know that anything is crazy down here."

I laughed softly. "Yeah, I'm beginning to get that."

"Clarke wanted me to check if your pupils were dilated or anything," Octavia said, which explained the flashlight in her hand.

"Go for it. You know what you're doing, right?"

"No."

I shrugged. "Well, none of us do, so whatever."

Octavia held the light in front of my eyes, and I tried not to squint at the harshness of it. She made a face. "Well, I think your pupils are functioning fine. Clarke said that if they're going big and small then you're probably fine. And they are, so."

"Anything else?"

"You know your name, right?"

I sighed. "Yes. Y/n Kane."

"Alright, I think you'll live."

"Thanks, Octavia." I smiled at her, and she smiled back.

Octavia took a seat beside me. "You know, they got the radio running. Maybe after they heal Finn you could talk to your dad."

I glanced at her curiously. "I'm amazed you don't hate me, you know. My father is just as bad as Jaha. Your brother and everyone else didn't trust me when we'd landed."

"I'm not everyone." She nudged my shoulder and I let out a breathy laugh. Trauma brought people together, at least. And now, I was looking on the brighter side of things. Funny how much earth had changed me.

"Thank you," I replied. "For being my friend."

"I think we both could use a little more companionship."

I was going to respond, but then the hatch opened once again, and much more violently this time. Bellamy's soaking wet head popped up and he flashed me a smile. I smiled back.

"Hey there, firecracker," he greeted me, crouching down in front of me. "How's the head?"

"Better," I reassured him. I could almost feel Octavia's teasing, judgemental glance from beside me. "Where've you been?"