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Post by Braeden Quinn on Dec 12, 2015 2:32:46 GMT
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Braeden was sore and hurting, but sleep was hard on her. She felt every time she closed her eyes that one of her children might be gone again. She had almost lost her daughter but Bellamy had gotten her back--which was only one of the billion reasons she loved him more then she did before this--before they did this. He had did everything he had done for his children. His love for them, made her love for him stronger.
They were playing, and bickering slightly as children do. She was resting on the bed in the room they had in the Ark. They had no pain medicine, and the drill places hurt her. She was healing, but not fast enough. Looking up as Bellamy walked in she smiled softly. He had so many responsibilities now. She was so proud of everything he had done, and the man he had become. So many people owed their lives directly to him. Though she didn't often bring it up. The weight of what he had done was heavy. "Hey, hottie." She teased him, and she wished she sounded more awake, and strong. "Come to play doctor?" The kids wouldn't get the joke, but she knew he would.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Dec 22, 2015 13:44:36 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT People were healing. Physically at least. The emotional, mental, psychological healing that was required would not come with such ease. They had lost so many of their people. People that Bellamy had taken the responsibility of. He knew he should focus on those that lived . . . but he couldn't help and feel haunted by those he was repsonsible for killing. The 300 innocent men, women and children. People that he had befriended in the Mountain, and now those who were dead because . . . well, Bellamy and Clarke of course had their reasons. Every time he closed his eyes, he could see it. The exposed corpses. The image of Cage holding Arria. Braeden on the table getting drilled. His father chained on the wall.
It terrified him. Having been so close to losing everything and forcing others to pay the price for his family's safety. But he didn't regret it. No. His family was together, alive. And he knew that that lacking regret, only made him more of a monster. Fortunately, with everything that needed to be done at camp -- and the approaching season of winter, things were busy. It gave Bellamy the necessary distraction. Once he was done checking on their food supply, he made his way to where Braeden and their children were, a small smile forming on his lips as he saw them, one that grew slightly at her comment.
"Why don't you two go help Monty mash up some leaves." Leaves that had medicinal properties that would help those who were wounded. Besides, he imagined Monty could also use the distraction of children as he too was struggling with recent events. The thought of it clearly excited the two children as they bounded outside. Bellamy turned to watch them, making sure they got to Monty safely, before he turned his attentions back to Braeden. He moved closer to her, seating himself next to where she lay. "How are you feeling?" He askd, his hand moved to her shirt, moving it up a little and gently pulling down the fabric of her pants a little that covered the injury so that he could see for himself how it was healing.
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