bitch where? - the 100 group chat

fourteen

well's and clarke's dm

wells: hey clarke

wells: long time no see huh?

wells: lol okay i get it- leave my on delivered for a few days totally funny

wells: now answer ahah

wells: oh well uh

wells: you good?

wells: uhm.. well i wanted to tell you that i was moving back home

clarke: wells?

wells: finally you answered- god i thought you were dead

clarke: clarke's in the hospital, wells.

wells: wait what?!

wells: what happened?

wells: who is this?

clarke: murphy

clarke: clarke is not gonna wanna hear from you and you know it.

clarke: you promised her you'd stick with her- and you vanished.

wells: it's not my fault-

clarke: save it.

wells: what happened?

wells: jesus murphy just answer me already

wells: murphy!!

wells: i'm back in town, what hospital and what room.

wells: ...

Bellamy walked down the hospital halls.

He turned the corner, and walked into Clarke's room.

Her bed was empty.

Bellamy quickly looked around, seeing Clarke looking out the window.

"Clarke!" Bellamy exclaimed, smiling.

Clarke turned to him, an emotionless look on her face.

"Clarke?" Bellamy questioned- as if it wasn't her.

"Who are you..?" Clarke asked, squinting her eyes.

Bellamy felt his heart drop.

"Kidding! Obviously." Clarke smiled.

Bellamy sighed, stepping forward quickly- hugging her.

"That was a dick move- I'm sorry." Clarke laughed silently.

Bellamy laughed a little.

"It's fine." He pulled back, and kissed her.

Clarke kissed back.

Murphy walked into the room quickly.

"Clarke- I got you-.."

The two looked over at him.

"Oh, yeah I was about to text y'all- sorry."

Clarke smiled.

She stood tall.

There was a cast on left wrist.

Which sucked because she was left handed.

Her knees were wrapped up.

There were stitches in her head.

murphy: lmao hi guys

octavia: how is she?

clarke: awake 👊