The End of the World (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

V - The Tinder Box

When I got the news that someone had come to Arkadia, carrying one of our own, nearly dead, my emotions were a roller-coaster. Relief, that it might be Bellamy. Terrified that he might die. In the end, it wasn't him at all, rather it was Octavia, but that didn't ease my worry. She was caked in blood, completely limp, barely breathing. My heart dropped, and I snapped into action. Whatever lack of respect I felt for Clarke and her leadership skills right now, she was good in the medical profession.

I ran ahead, into the garage where Clarke was with Niylah. "Clarke!"

At the sound of my scream, she turned to us, her face falling. "Octavia?"

"She just stopped breathing," I explained, trying to keep myself from being hysterical. I was panicking more for Bellamy's sake than mine. I loved Octavia, but it wouldn't ever be the same as Bellamy's love for her. If he knew his sister was dead, he would be crushed. More than that. Unspeakably devastated.

Clarke shoved everything off of a nearby table and ordered the Grounder who was carrying Octavia to put her on it.

"There's a stab wound in her belly," I said, brushing off the rest of the objects from the table. "She's soaked in blood."

"Okay, first thing's first," Clarke said, positioning her hands on Octavia's still chest. She counted aloud as she began CPR.

"Who are you?" I asked the man who carried Octavia in. "How did this happen to her?"

"Ilian kom Trishanakru," he replied. "I was on my way home from Polis when I found her."

I was tempted to ask about my father, if he was okay there, but I doubted he knew who Marcus Kane was, and Octavia's life was on the line here so it wasn't a very imperative topic. I watched as Clarke tried to breathe the life back into her, every ticking second feeling like an eternity before she finally coughed, and her eyes fluttered open.

The relief that washed over me was overpowering. Getting her to medical would save her. She'd be okay. I blinked away a tear of solace, and put my hand on Octavia's forehead. "You're okay. You're gonna be okay. You've lost a lot of blood, but you're home now. Clarke will help you. I'll be here for you."

Barely audibly, Octavia breathed, "Azgeda's coming."

I wasn't sure I heard correctly, she was so quiet.

"What's she talking about?" Monty asked, setting down a stretcher on the floor.

I shrugged, mouthing I don't know.

Octavia shakily grabbed my hand. "Azgeda is coming. Army...marching."

Her eyes fluttered closed, and I swore I felt her pulse fade away a little. I tried to maintain my composure. "Hey, Octavia. Hey, hey, stay with me."

"War is here," she breathed, before going unconscious again.

We gently lifted her onto the stretcher.

Clarke ordered, "Start an IV, blood, and fluids, and get a suture kit ready."

I moved to follow, to watch over her, be by her side as I told her I would, as I felt I owed to Bellamy, when Clarke stopped me. "Hey, I have to do this, but get your father on the radio. Find out exactly what's going on."

I nodded. "On it."

On the way, I ran into Harper who was still rather shell shocked. "Hey, Harper. Convene the guard. Miller's dad is ranking officer. If Azgeda's coming, we need to plan our defense, okay?"

She nodded, and ran off. I myself went to the rover, and turned on the radio. "Dad, are you there? Hello? Octavia was wounded. Bad. What's going on?"