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[Clarke Griffin]

“He won’t:” Not anymore. It was bad enough that he had once. It was a mistake. It was a stupid mistake, actually. Hopefully this wasn’t. Hopefully this was not a bad idea for them and their people. Then again this could be really good for their people and for them. They could be strengthened through all the troubles they could get through. Clarke smirked at his tease. She still stood by it.


“Hey, it’s one thing to not wait, but another to ask for it. And that would have.” And he knew it. Yet he was only teasing. “Behind the wall, though, I would have let you.” She would have asked for it, even. “Bellamy… how are we going to get back in the morning?” It was on thing to wait out the dark, but she knew she would still not be able to put weight on her leg in the morning, all because of such a silly accident. Maybe he could hold her up a little. That was possible. Right?



Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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Good. He was glad to hear the confidence in her words that Finn wouldn't have that power over her any more. He was with Raven and that was it. Though he had a feeling that he wasn't going to handle Bellamy and Clarke's . . . relationship very well. Her next words caused him to smile in amusement, finding himself having to hold back a chuckle. He wasn't even sure why he was holding it back. With her, he felt safe to express whatever emotion filled him. But it was habit he supposed. "All the more reason to get back as soon as we can," he teased. As if on cue, she then asked how they were going to get back in the morning. It was a good quetion, not one he had overly considered yet.

He remaned in a pensive silence for a few moments before speaking. "We'll make some sort of brace for you. Use a long stick or branch or something." Tie it to her waist with something so that she wouldn't be putting any weight on her leg, but rather, the thick stick or branch. It would at least alleviate some of the pressure. "I'll carry you part of the way, but we also gotta move quietly." They wouldn't be able to outrun them, so they had to be smart rather than fast. Carrying her wouldn't be an issue, but they would have to take more breaks than they would have otherwise, either way. "How is it feeling right now?" He asked, slightly adjusting his position so that his eyes went to her hip.

[Clarke Griffin]

She wasn’t sure if they could fashion a brace, but they could try. Crutches were probably needed as well to get her more stable in walking. They would need a few of those sticks and branches in order to get the job done. They could, though, maybe. Maybe not. It was a simple accident, a damn branch, nothing more and it got her out of order. It did have one upside, but what good did it do if they died? If they both died, because he was being stubborn again? He’d always be.

“Bellamy, no. It would leave both of us defenseless.” He’d need his hands to carry her, she’d at least need one to cling to him and then the gun. It wasn’t going to work. Not smoothly at least. “You should go alone. Get help and then come get me. I’ll be fine here.” At least she hoped so. Given the foliage, she could cover up, hide from Grounders and wait it out. It could work. He could be fast and not defenseless. In her mind that was the smoothest way. 

“It’s fine. It hurts, but it could be worse. It’ll be healed in no time.” Unless it got infected, but even that should be manageable – at the dropship. And since she wasn’t alone, it was doable. 


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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No? She was telling him that it would make them defenseless and that he should go and come back for her. It wasn't a thought he was entertaining even for a second. "Like hell I will," he stated bluntly, his tone making it clear that the subject was not up for debate. Leaving her here was not an option. She would be really defenseless, and well . . . there was a whole list of reasons as to why he wouldn't do that. "You'd be more defenseless here than we'd be together." Beides, he was not disloyal. He wouldn't abandon her like that.

No matter how fast he could get to the camp, the risk of her being here by herself, wounded on top of that, was too great for him to even think of leaving her alone for a second. "So get that thought out of your mind, cause it's not gonna happen." And that was all there was to it. His eyes fell to her waist, listening to her say that it hurt but wasn't as bad as it could be; that it would heal soon enough.

"Once we get back, it can get properly treated to avoid any infection." They at least had some stuff at the camp that could prevent that. He just hoped it didn't get infected over night. He then reached over a bit to get the small bag that held a bit of food that they had. "Here," he said passing it to her. "You need your strength for tomorrow." They could get more food in the day time if needed, since he wasn't entirely sure how long the trip back to camp was going to take. It would be easier to get their bearings when it wasn't dark.

[Clarke Griffin]

“Stubborn ass.” Still Clarke slightly smiled at how he just tried to put down the argument once and for all there. She couldn’t blame him. Had it been the other way around, she would be highly reluctant to go through with this plan. Had it been the other way around, she would have no other choice but to do so. She was tiny compared to him. She could not carry him, could barely support him probably – she’d have to check that when she was better in order to be prepared. Clarke still poked his chest in mock annoyance, cause, well, she could. 

“I know.” And they should, even if it was just a dash of moonshine, it would do the trick, if it didn’t get infected already. Nobody could tell what substances hung on that branch. He cleaned it as best as they could, but success didn’t necessarily have to happen. Clarke took the food and separated it. She gave half of it back to Bellamy. “We both need our strength, since Mister stubborn ass wants to carry someone in the morning.” He should maybe rest. Being the passenger in his plan, she could rest when back in the camp, but he could need to rest. “You should sleep.”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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When she called him a stubborn ass, he couldn't help but give a small smirk of amusement, and perhaps a bit of pride in that. He was stubborn, and he knew he was an ass -- as he had been told multiple times. But this was one decision that he didn't have to consider or feel guilty over. It was the definition of a no brainer. She poked him and it only caused his smile to remain, enjoying this playful side of her, or them in fact.

"You know you like it," he added on teasingly, with a bit of playful cockiness at her insult. He could quite safely say that she didn't always like it . . . but they were beyond that point by now. When she separated the food and passed it to him, he took it but did not eat it right away. "Wants to, needs to, I guess its one in the same," he added on teasingly. Who knew it would be so easy to jest with her, to have this sort of playfulness with her. He knew he couldn't do it back at camp when others were around, but here, tonight, when they were together like this . . . why the hell not. "I'm taking watch tonight," he told her, wanting her to be able to sleep with ease, knowing she would be protected. "You need it more than me," he said, just stating a fact. He wrapped his arm slightly tigher around her, holding her firmly againsst him. "Go to sleep, Clarke," he encouraged in a low voice.

[Clarke Griffin]

“No.” Of course she liked it by now. His stubbornness saved some of their asses in the past and would probably save a lot more assed in the future. Because he would surely make it. They both could and would if it was up to him and her. They’d try their very best. Still part of her didn’t want to get back. This was nice, just the two of them, being free of eyes, being free of so much. They could just be together. She could just be Clarke, he could just be Bellamy, none of them was a leader right now. They were free of that burden for how long they stayed here. They needed a place like this. On top of it she had the idea that they would sneak into the others tents at night.

“Oh come on, Bellamy! Suck it!” Like hell he would win on that won. He was the one wanting to carry her god damn it! “You’re sleeping, I am taking the watch. I can shoot a Grounder just as well. You want to carry, you sleep. And don’t you even think about arguing right now. Sleep!” Damn him and his stubbornness, but she had a bit of that as well and now was time to unleash it on him full force. He was sleeping, or regretting it.


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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When she defiantly said no, and then told him to suck it, he kept smirking. "Good thing I don't orders from you, princess," he said in the same teasing voice. They worked together of course, but in this moment, he was teasing her . . . though he also didn't intend to sleep. "I don't doubt that Clarke, but right now only one of us is injured." And that wasn't him. "And it's gonna be all the more exhausting for you tomorrow if you don't rest tonight." She needed her strength.

"How about you don't argue with me for once, and just close your eyes," he added on in the same tone as before . . . yet there was an urge in his voice, wanting her to comply. "You already pointed out how I'm a stubborn ass. Don't try to compete with me." They were both stubborn, part of the reason they had butt heads so much in the beginning. It seemed to only take mutual understanding and respect though, for them to be able to work so well together. And now, they reached a whole new level of being together.

[Clarke Griffin]

He pulled the injured card? It was barely a damn scratch! It was nothing. It would be healed so damn quickly, It would mean nothing. They could probably sit there all night long and argue about this with no one getting any sleep. And with her this was quite alright. Then nobody slept, who cared? Clarke rolled her eyes. She placed her head back on his shoulders and closed her eyes, not intending to sleep, but just to rest her eyes, since neither of them was apparently giving up. That’s when she felt it. He was cold. He was eyes cold underneath his shirt.

“Bellamy? Are you freezing? You feel cold.” Clarke opened her eyes again to look at the man she cared so deeply about – her mum would probably have her head for falling for a guy who was five years older than her at her age. But she couldn’t help it, could she. It wasn’t her fault he was… well him. Clarke then moved over to get his jacket from where it lay discarded on the floor after their makeout session. She dragged it over to give it to him.

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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He felt her relax against him, her eyes even closed and he hoped that meant she was going to get some sleep after all. But instead, she spoke of how he was cold and then reached over for his jacket, passing it to him. She would need it more than him but in attempt to avoid another argument, he spread the jacket over them -- shifting it more over her -- to serve as a blanket of sorts.

"Better?" He asked her, hoping that kept her warm since he didn't have much else to offer. Well, apart from his jacket and whatever body heat he could provide. They couldn't make a fire considering they were still hiding from the Grounders. He didn't even know if they gave up the search or if they were still looking for them. He wrapped his other arm around her front, keeping her huddled againts him for furhter warm. "That's gotta definitely be better now," he said with a hint of a smile.

[Clarke Griffin]

Clarke watched him confused as he spread the jacket over both of them. He was cold not her. She was perfectly fine, perfectly warm. But apparently the ice cold man was intend on warming her up. Why would he? Clarke watched him. Why was he so cold? He was fine, he didn’t shiver, nothing. He was… he was not cold! Had he been cold, he would have said something, right? But he wasn’t feeling it, maybe because he wasn’t cold, she was the opposite. No. 

“Bellamy… I’m not cold, you are.” Damn it, no he wasn’t. At least not really. He just felt cold to her touch. Clarke moved in his grip, struggling to pull her pants down a bit again, to see the wound. A short glimpse was enough so she pulled them up, hoping to have done so before Bellamy saw it. She couldn’t tell him. He’d probably get a bad idea because of it. “I think we’re warming up… yes… I should sleep.” Only sleep was possibly the worst idea she could have right now. She would just pretend.

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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Clarke seemed pretty adament about the fact that he was cold. When, he wasn't. He felt warm. But she spoke with so much conviction. Her next words also didn't sound right . . . she sounded almost hazy. Bellamy's mind started working, and a fear that he had suddenly came to the surface. "Clarke," he suddenly said, abruptly moving his position in attempt to jolt her awake too. "Let me see your hip," he stated, already starting to unwrap the cloth that was around it. Once he had it untied, he already noticed the discoloration of it.

Now, he was no doctor . . . but even he knew that wasn't a good sign. Shit. This was not good. It was either infection or poison, and neither was a favorable outcome. Nor a treatable one. "Clarke, you need to stay awake," he told her, afraid that if she slept, she wouldn't wake back up. "And you need to tell me what I can do to treat this." He knew she had said before that he couldn't do anything more with what they had when he initially treated the wound, but he had to ask the question again. He was getting desperate, though remained calm. Panic wouldn't help anything. But surely, there was something around them that could be used. There had to be.

[Clarke Griffin]

Since Clarke wasn’t asleep,just had her eyes closed, she jumped in surprise, hissing at the sudden pain she felt. Damn it, if she had been asleep, she would have been well awake then, so he got what he wanted it appeared. Before she could even fully react to what he was doing he was working on the wrap again. Damn it. She wanted to keep it from him, so he could focus. This was something neither of them could change then and there. She could push through. She would push through. This world couldn’t kill her yet, she would allow it to kill her now of all the times.

“Calm down. There is nothing we can do.” Well there was, but it was crazy to do here. They could hold out until morning and until they were back. Unless that thing spread fast, there should be more than enough time. But what if it spread fast? She couldn’t anticipate it, but she still couldn’t risk the other version. “Well there is, but that would risk both of our lives and the wound is small. We monitor it and then take care of it in the camp. Okay?”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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Bellamy continued to look at the wound, as she initially claimed that there was nothing they could do . . . but then stated there was but it was risky. "What is it?" He demanded to know. It wasn't to say that he would do it right away, but he wanted to know their options. He wasn't even sure how long the walk was back to camp and he feared her infection or poison was going to worsen.

"Who knows how long its gonna take us to get back to camp, or the severity of this poison or infection. We need to know all our options," he told her, providing logic as to why he wanted to know. He wouldn't be impulsive, but he hardly cared if it was risky to his own life. This was about Clarke and if there was something, anything he could do to help her, he would do it in a heart beat.

[Clarke Griffin]

Damn it. He really wanted to know? Then again if it was really back and she lost consciousness he was right, he needed to know. It was just not going to be nice at all. It was going to be very painful and probably even bad for him to watch and do what he had to do. It wasn’t nice at all. “If it’s an infection, not poison.” For poison she couldn’t do anything still. They’d still need Lincoln. And then even Bellamy cleaning the wound earlier was a really bad idea, as he might have had an idea what it was from looking at it.

“You’d have to make a fire.” It was the first step. Make a fire. She’d help, but she was unable to walk, so pretty useless. Then, well, she had to brace. “You’ll need to cut me then, if it’s bad. Cut off the flesh we can’t save. Then, well cauterize it.” He knew it now, she just waited for his reaction or didn’t. “If the Grounders are close, the fire will tell them where we are.”


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