Something You Fight For

Episode: 44

I just realised how many times I've spelt episode wrong during this series LOL !

"Ash, stop!" Clarke shouts, bursting through the door to Bellamy's room, just in time to see her splayed over his bed, a pillow pushed against his face.

"You again?" She spits, knowing the police are busy surrounding the building and will be another moment, but she didn't have any other moments.

"Please, stop! He's a father."

"Exactly. To your bastard children" she hissed, Bellamy struggled, weakly to fight her off, his access to oxygen dwindling every second that passed.

"Theyre his children too. And if you kill him-" She stammered, "they'll grow up wondering why you chose their father. Why you ruined their lives and cut his short. They won't blame me, or him. They'll blame you." This didn't effect the fierce and conniving woman as she turned back to Bellamy, pushing his last breaths from his lungs. What she ignored was that now, for once, Clarke had the advantage. She lifted a breakfast tray from the bench beside her, slamming it into the side of Ash' head and sending her toppling off Bellamy and onto the hard, linoleum floor.

Ash now, out of options and with no fear of alerting the hospital staff, whipped out her gun and aimed it at Clarke.
"One more move, blondie." She states, "and your pretty little face is going to explode."

"You don't want to do this." Clarke muttered, lowering her tray-weapon.

"Oh, but I do." She huffed, and not a moment too soon a police man burst into the room, taser clutched in hand.

"You drop it. Drop the weapon!" The officer shouts, aiming his taser at Ash.
Running out of time, and out of options, Ash did the only thing she could think to do.. complete her mission.
And in one swift swoop of her hand, she turned the gun from the fearful girl and aimed it straight to her ex's chest.
Determined to not let him go this time, she fired a round towards Bellamy's weak body, the officer quickly retaliating as he shot the taser right at the girl, sending the gun flying from her hand as she began a series of convulsions on the floor.

Clarke screaming, tears running down her face, blood splattering the walls before her. His heart monitor held the note of a straight line across the screen, the only thing audible aside from Clarkes screams.

As clarke stumbled to the floor, her hands catching Bellamy's bed as the world moved slowly around her. She was so numb, numb to touch, numb to everything but the agony pulsing inside her chest. Officers and doctors flooded into the room seconds after the gunshot rung out through the hospital, Clarke barely noting anything aside from the bloodstained sheets and the look of fear and worry across Bellamy's, still open, eyes.
Clarke was dragged from the room, all nosies shifting into a blur as she could barely stand on her feet.

"Baby, it's going to be okay." Her mother called, being the one who carried her from the room, but Clarke could barely hear her, she heard nothing but the ringing in her ears. The image of Bellamy, dead plastered on the walls of her mind.
The fear in his eyes, she thought it was fear of losing her own life but, little did she know, the last thing Bellamy saw before everything went dark, was the gun aimed at Clarke.