Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 9, 2016 2:23:19 GMT
Tag: @doctorgriffin whatever
THE HELL WE WANT
Bellamy was a mess. He face and hair was damp with sweat due to the over exertion of his wound, which had also caused more blood loss and strain than it should have. But how could he not have tried? He failed. He utterly failed in bringing Clarke back. And he knew from this point on, that if anything happened to her . . . it was on him. He had been so consumed with relief and emotion of seeing her after so long, knowing that she was alive, that he hadn't even checked the damn room. Not until it was too late and he was on his back with the grounder point a weapon at him and then stabbing him in the leg with his own dagger. Right now, Bellamy was being helped to medical, unable to apply even a little pressure on his wound. He was going to get it, and he knew that. Did the Chancellor even know about their attempt to find Clarke?
He supposed he was going to find out. He heard someone yell to get the chancellor, as Bellamy was assisted to medical. He knew that Gena was not going to be too happy with his recklessness but all he could think of right now . . . was his failure. Bellamy's face twisted in a slight cringe as he adjusted his position, laying on one of the beds in medical. His wound was wrapped with a cloth that the blood was already seeping through, and the upper thick fur of the Azgeda uniform somewhat removed. "Let' just get this over with," he said in a low, irritable voice. Because the sooner he got patched up . . . the sooner he could head back out there, find Clarke, and this time, not come home without her.
He supposed he was going to find out. He heard someone yell to get the chancellor, as Bellamy was assisted to medical. He knew that Gena was not going to be too happy with his recklessness but all he could think of right now . . . was his failure. Bellamy's face twisted in a slight cringe as he adjusted his position, laying on one of the beds in medical. His wound was wrapped with a cloth that the blood was already seeping through, and the upper thick fur of the Azgeda uniform somewhat removed. "Let' just get this over with," he said in a low, irritable voice. Because the sooner he got patched up . . . the sooner he could head back out there, find Clarke, and this time, not come home without her.
