Loyal To The End

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: jj

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy watched helplessly as Monroe lay there, choking on the air needed to breathe without avail. The older male had no idea what to do. What did she need? What could do he? There had to be something other than just staring at her. He didn't even know what wepaon they were dealing with here -- something similar to the acid fog no doubt. Monroe yelling out his name amidst the danger, only fueled Bellamy's desperation to save her. He couldn't fail her. He refused. He had sworn to protect her. She had always remained loyal and how could he betray that by just . . . letting her die. Her eyes closed and for a moment, Bellamy feared the worst. He could had sworn he felt his heart stop beating for a moment, as he leaned down to check her pulse. She was alive. Her pulse was weak, but . . . she was alive. Bellamy swiftly lifted her up into his arms to carry her to the rover. The mission needed to be aborted.

He had no idea where the hell his sister was, but she was clearly the one who warned the Grounders about this. If she returned to Arkadia . . . she would be deemed a traitor. But right now, he had to get Monroe back. The drive back was quick, as quick as Monty could go. Bellamy's gaze was on Monroe the entire time, constantly checking her pulse. She was growing weaker but Zoe had always been a fighter. "Don't quit on me now, Monroe," he urged her. "Do you hear me?" He couldn't lose her. "You're a damn warrior . . . so fight this." She had always been strong. He needed her to continue to remain so now. When they got to Arkadia, Bellamy picked her up again, hurrying through the gates and ignoring any questions from the guards. He didn't have time to brief them or the Chancellor. He took her straight to medical where Jackson rushed to his aid, as the former leader set down Monroe on one of the boards. He reluctantly took a few steps back, watching her as she was quickly getting looked after. Jackson said that she was out and that he should come back later.

But later was not going to be long at all. Bellamy quickly left to briefly speak to Pike about the other man they had lost. He didn't give him more detail than that, though he could see it in Pike's gaze. The Chancellor knew it was Octavia. Bellamy made the conversation short, as he then returned to medical, standing near where they were working on Zoe. Time meant nothing as it rolled on by. When they were finished, Jackson said that they hoped she would eventually wake up. Bellamy moved to where she was resting, pulling up a chair and sitting on the side of the bed. He was damn well going to sit her and wait for her to open her eyes. "You're not alone, Monroe," he said in a low voice, his eyes fixated on her. No. He couldn't lose her. He couldn't fail yet another delinquent. So he would sit here. Even if it took all damn night. Even if it took days. She would wake up. She just, had to.

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She had cried out for help before the poisonous smoke had flowed in to steal her voice, marring her lungs with what felt like fire while every urgent breath she sucked in seemed to feed the burn. All the while staggering through the smog in search of escape, for one of her group, until somebody found her. As they emerged from the haze, a voice calling Monty offered insight into who had a hold of her, before her legs gave out and she fell at Bellamy's feet. He and Monty now carrying her to safety.  

Only the danger followed, the damage of the smoke already done and still setting in as each inhale failed to draw enough air. And the pain, throat scorched and raw. Closing. With Monroe looking to Bellamy for help, silently begging him to do something, anything. As she had turned to him so many times for guidance and yet now his gaze seemed to reflect her terror, his features finally blurring until everything went black. 

Monroe heard her name spoken in the depths as she sank deeper, but nothing else save a muffled incoherence. Distance rumbles of movement and voices having fallen away as she did. The burning in her chest seeming to consume her even as it too faded out of awareness along with everything else. Monty had said the Grounders would resist, warriors or otherwise. Bellamy too had appeared unsure about the entire mission to take the village, but he'd made the decision in agreement and Monroe had followed, trusting it to be the right one for them all. 

Nothing of the attention in medical had been known to Monroe, oblivious to the treatment given as she'd leaned closer to death only to be pulled back from the brink. The first she felt of anything was the gradual return and acknowledgement of the sting in her throat, the ache in her chest, though thankfully somewhat dulled. She awoke coughing, eyes still closed as she moved in an attempt to sit up, grasping for something to assist.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: jj

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy was entirely focused on Monroe. Watching intently for any sign that she would awaken. That she wouldn't be consumed with darkness for the rest of her life. No. That couldn't happen. He couldn't bare to watch that. So when she began to slightly move, an action commenced by a cough before more movement, he felt his heart practically explode with relief. "Hey, hey," he urged, his hand going to her back for support as she tried to sit up. No words or actions could fully convey the relief he felt in this moment. She was alive. She had fought this, just like she fought everything else in her life.

"Don't try to move," he told her, helping her to lay down again, and trying to make sure she remained comfortable there. She was awake. She was alive. The realization played over and over in his mind and heart. "You're in medical," he said, trying to help alleviate some of that disorientation that he knew from first hand experience, could be felt while awakening from an otherwise unconscious state. "You're ok." Words meant to give her comfort . . . but also, meant to derive them for himself. As if he needed that extra reassurance and acknowledgement that they were true. That Monroe was ok; that she was alive.