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[Clarke Griffin]

“Anesthetic? Far from it.” Clarke actually grinned at it. She would need his help with it, as she was probably not going to be able to treat her own wound with it, but at least it was so very easy for them now. How could she do it alone when she couldn’t see exactly where she put it in the darkness. He could go closer to her wound if she could. As he asked her what else she put in there, she could have slapped her own forehead. Seriously with that pain she didn’t think, did she? Maybe getting together with Bellamy had prompted that as well. “Bandages. There should actually be bandages in there.” Damn it and he had tied it with some random cloth. Oops.

“This seaweed is what the grounders put on Jasper, remember? What Wells, Finn and I went out to search when Jasper was in that bad shape. This sea weed works as antibiotic, which helps with infected wounds.” She actually grinned at him as she now held the piece out to him. “I think we need to wet it a little, put it into the wound and then bandage it up and hope it does what it’s supposed to do: Stop the infection from spreading or heal it altogether. Worth a shot, boyfriend?... okay that sounds weird.”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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THE HELL WE WANT

Alright so it wasn't an anasthetic. So what had her smiling so much about it? She then explained. As soon as she said that there were bandages inside, he reached for the bag himself and started looking inside, finding them as pulling them out. "You're only remembering this now?" He asked, clearly teasing her about it. But this was good. And it only got better as she explained the function of the seaweed. Relief swept over him, knowing that they would not have to cut away her flesh. That they could treat it properly before getting back to camp. A good alternative to the last resort that had seemed to be the only one for them.

"I always knew you were smart, Clarke," he said once again with playful teasing as he quickly kissed her lips. The releif allowed him to slightly relax. Of course if this didn't work, then they would have to go back to their other plan . . . but this seemed like a perfectly good option. He took the piece as he reached for their water. They could always find more tomorrow. He raised an eyebrow at the mention of the word boyfriend.

She was right, it sounded weird . . . and at the same he liked it. Considering he had wanted this between them for so long. "Does this mean I have to start calling you girlfriend?" He asked, making a face at the word. Not that there was anything wrong with it . . . but he just felt that they were passed that. "You know Clarke," he began to say as he started pouring water over the seaweed. "You're my first girlfriend," he said with a slight smirk, his words entirely true but he was just having fun with that term.

[Clarke Griffin]

“Can you blame me? I was slightly distracted.” Or massively distracted. She had her mind elsewhere, on him. Clarke doubted he’d be the one to be mad about it. After all his own mind might have been on her that entire time. On what they had. It distracted her even from the growing infection initially. Was that so bad. “I was supposed to become a doctor. I should know stuff like that.” And she did, even though something like that could still distract her. In the end emotions were good, but sometimes not as good as they should be. They could be used to make someone fight harder.

“You don’t have to call me anything, Bellamy.” Nor did she need to call him anything as long as they were on the same page about it, what they called this was not important, what they were was. To her surprise he claimed she was his first girlfriend. She could hardly believe that, given how attractive he was, how loyal and all that. “How? You had no one on the Ark before? Just meaningless flings?” She had seen those girls in his tent after all, so she had no illusions about that. “Keep talking to me, while you do this. It might be a better and more painless option to do it this way, but in the end it’ll still hurt. Distract me, please.”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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THE HELL WE WANT

Clarke spoke of how she had been slightly distracted and Bellmay smirked. She was right, she couldn't be blamed for that one. "I guess you can blame me for that," he stated, though he clearly had no regrets about that. With how things had turned out after that kiss, he was damn glad he had done it. Then again, he doubted he could ever regret kissing her . . . even if things hadn't quite worked out as well as they did in terms of their mutual feelings toward one another. "I'd say you're fully there," he told her, in terms of becoming a doctor. She had dealt with far more injuries, and more extensive ones, than surely anyone on the Ark had. For these were foreign to them. She then told him that he didn't have to call her anything and well, he hadn't actually been intending on referring to her with that title . . . but he was at least glad there was no pressure there to do so.

Then again, Clarke was far more mature than other women who simply wanted that title and wished to flaunt it. She seemed surprised to know that he had never had a girlfriend before, though accurately questioned whether it was meaningless flings. She was right about that . . . but there was a reason for it. One he was about to explain before she asked him to keep talking to her; to distract her. That, was something he could most certainly do. He moved his coat and placed it behind her so that she could rest against something comfortable rather than just the cave wall. He then positioned himself so that he could better access his leg. "On the Ark, my life was devoted to my family. To protecting them." To Octavia and his mother. "To have a relationship with anyone else, was too risky." He couldn't risk it, for he would never forgive himself.

He already couldn't for what he caused happen to his mother. "I tried," he admitted as he gently began to unwrap the makeshift bandage from her leg. "But it didn't last. I just, couldn't." He set the cloth aside, and paused for only a brief moment, before he carefully began to put the wet seaweed on her leg, trying to be as gentle as he could. "I only had room for my mother and Octavia in my life." And allowing a woman into his world . . . would jeaprodize everything. He could never be that selfish. He had never been that emotionally available. Down here however, things had changed drastically. "You were well worth the wait Clarke," he added on with a soft smile, his voice filled with sincerity. It was worth waiting for her to be the first one he could have an actual relationship with.

[Clarke Griffin]

“But after they were found out?” after that he could have found someone. Octavia was out of his hands then. He could have dated, could have taken his mind off of everything, but her own mind provided her with the answer, simply because she had gotten to know Bellamy by now: He couldn’t bring himself to. He might have had meaningless flings, but his heart was still only with his sister. He had no room for more heartache. Clarke whimpered as he began to press the seaweed into her wound. Damn it, it hurt, but in a way it was a good sign. It would work, she was sure. For tonight they would be safe. On the ship they could give her more and hope for the best or cauterize the wound then. 

“Do you think we would have met?” she asked him cautiously as she tried not to let the pain show. “On the Ark. Do you think that if they hadn’t … well if I hadn’t been locked up or pardoned and Octavia, too, do you think we would have met?” Not that she thought she would have won her case at her retrial. She would have been floated had she not been sent down here. A few more days and she would have been 18 and that would have marked the end of her life. Octavia might have won it. After all how could she had stopped herself from being born? Someone on the council would have spoken up for her.

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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After they were found out. Bellamy remained silent for a moment, thinking back to that horrible night when Octavia was arrested and later when he watched his mother get floated. So after that . . . "I spent every day hoping and trying to convince them to float me instead of Octavia." He had tried to make an exchange. He was a criminal as well after all. Octavia was just alive, that was her crime. But he had consciously broken the law. Surely it wouldn't have mattered which Blake child they floated as long as one remained . . . but apparently, they were adament about it.

Second borns only. It was why he knew she didn't stand a chance. As soon as she was 18, she was gone. Bellamy hadn't even considered a relationship with someone else after that. Why did he deserve it? Why did he deserve someone else caring for him when he failed in protecting the people he cared about? He hurt everyone he loved, and having someone else in his life . . . well, he doubted that pattern would have broken.

Bellamy was all too aware of Clarke's subtle sound of pain, but he continued on his actions, continued on distracting her. Which became relatively easy with her question. "It's hard to say," he answered truthfully. "You were part of the privileged group," he said as almost a tease, a slight smirk on his features as he reached for the bandage to start wrapping it over the seaweed that now covered her wound. "I think we would have got along a lot better right from the beginning, as oppose to how it happened here," he said with more teasing. They had butted heads . . . quite a lot. But on the Ark, they were very different people. "What do you think?" He asked, returning the question, interested in hearing whether she thought they would have met on the Ark.

[Clarke Griffin]

“That’s a given. I remember you were tempted to let me die.” In the beginning. Now they were on very different pages. Now they were together. Nobody would have thought about that or expected this, yet here they were, a couple. Though no one knew yet. They might find out in the morning. “You might have ended up on my table.” She pointed out. As a doctor what happened to him might have been treated by her. They might have met through that and through that they might have gotten along from the beginning. She wished she could have seen this life they might have had, had everything worked out on the Ark. It could have been a dream, a fairytale. 

But fairytales didn’t exist. Fairytales were told to children to make them hope when there was nothing to hope for. “We could have been safe and happy….” She whispered regardless. Clarke felt fuzzy. She knew what it meant, had felt it before, so she didn’t voice it, for she knew he’d panic regardless. She tried to hold the smile for as long as she could as dark spots invaded her vision, just before she passed out. 

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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She recalled when he had been tempted to let her die in the beginning, and a small smile formed on his lips, though there was nothing humorous or amusing about that situation. He had also spoke of cutting off her hand to remove the bracelet and well, it was evident that he hadn't been a fan of her. But they were clearly past all that now . . . way past it. "Knowing our luck, that probably would have been the case," he stated. Fate wasn't exactly kind to them. He doubted it would have been any kinder on the Ark had they met there. Perhaps they wouldn't have taken so long to admit their feelings for one another . . . but then again, circumstances brought them together down here and bonded them. They would not have had those same experiences on the Ark. Not to mention the fact that Wells would have still been around.

She added on that they could have been safe and happy and Bellamy thought over both things as he tied the bandage around her leg. Safe. Happy. His life had never been safe. The first six years had but after that . . . safety was a luxury he never possessed. Even down here. He also didn't fail to notice her voice drifting and he saw her close her eyes. "Clarke?" He asked while finsihing tying the bandage and then moving closer to her.

She was still breathing; she had just passed out. He supposed she would need her rest. She was probably exhausted with everything. He moved to sit next to her, carefully adjutsing the jacket he'd used as a pillow for her and draped it over her like a blanket. He then moved her slightly so that her head was rested on his shoulder, and his arm around her from behind. He looked at the opening of the cave, extremely alert and sensitive to any sound or movement. He needed to keep watch, just in case. And he desperately hoped that the seaweed would work for her infection. If not . . . then on to plan B.

[Clarke Griffin]

When Clarke came to, she felt weak, boneless, but that was normal after fainting. What was different here and now was the smell. It was a strong, but comfortable smell, one she knew instinctively, but not at the same time, as it was new. It was new at enveloping her so closely and warmly. Without opening her eyes yet, Clarke instinctively moved closer into the source of the warmth, effectively snuggling into his chest not. Finally she opened her eyes, recognizing her position and now even the source of the warmth. It was Bellamy. 

“Hey.” She whispered against his chest. “Is it still night?” Probably, but she didn’t bother to look up. Given her state, she knew she could not have been sleeping and for that could not have been out for too long. It must have been the pain that allowed her to pass out, but now she felt the difference almost instantly. He felt warm to her again. Her fever must have gone down a bit. She felt better, too.

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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Hearing her one greeting, the single word, filled him with unimaginable relief. He felt it wash over him, allowing him to breathe easier, to set his mind at ease. He had been closely monitoring her, making sure she was still breathing the whole time she was out. Making sure he could still feel her chest move with every breath she took. And if he hadn't been able to feel any of that . . . well then, he would do all within his power to bring her back.

But her words allowed those fears to decline. She was awake. She sounded fine. Maybe everything would be ok after all. She asked if it was still dark out, which meant that she wasn't disoriented or anything. She seemed to know exactly where they were. Further relief. "Only for a little while longer," he answered. The sun would be up soon enough and then they could start heading back to the camp. "How are you feeling?" He asked, lowering his gaze to look at her, as his hand casually wrapped around her gently stroked the side of her head.

[Clarke Griffin]

“A little too good.” Not necessarily too good actually. The thing was, she felt good in his arms, better than without the warmth and strength of them. It made the situation more endurable. Well who was she kidding? Their kiss was what made it unique and more endurable, much more endurable. She could get used to being in his arms. But of course Clarke knew he was referring to her injury probably. “The leg feels less inflamed, but that could be my subjective judgment.” It was all they could base it on right now. Now Clarke saw he was right. The darkness didn’t feel as dark anymore. It would soon be light.

“We should eat and drink something now and then get going at first light. We don’t know how long it will take us to get back to camp.” She didn’t even have any idea where they were. They got lost before they even reached the clearing but now they were even more lost. Maybe the others would start looking for them in the morning as well. Eventually they could find home. If only she knew what general direction she had to go.

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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A little too good. The answer made Bellamy smile, mainly because she didn't sound delerious from pain when saying it. She sounded alright. And that made him all the more rellieved. "Hey, there's no such thing as feeling too good," he assured her. With the hell Earth had shown itself to be . . . they had to find what good moments they could, and enjoy them. What rare moments presented themselves. Feeling good wasn't exactly a common state, especially for Clark and himself.

She explained how her leg felt, and he would take a look at it in a moment. Though she was also right. They should eat and drink and then head back to camp. It would take time just to orientate themselves. But Bellamy didn't move to do any of that quite yet. Instead, he moved his hand that was not wrapped around her to her cheek to tilt her head up, while he lowered his until their lips met. It was a gentle embrace, but something he had wanted to do . . . now that he could. The kiss lingered for a few moments before he slowly pulled away, opening his eyes once again to gaze upon her beauty. "I'm glad you're ok," he said in a low voice, knowing it was expressive of the relief he felt for her being alright. Or as she had put it 'a little too good'.

"Let me take a look at that leg," he stated, reluctantly moving their current positions so that he could move the aside the torn fabric of her pants. He gently began to unwrap the bandage, hoping it wasn't causing her too much pain. He just wanted to see if it was healing alright, or if they needed to move to plan B, because if they did . . . it would need to be done before they started heading back to camp. "There's some food in there," he said motioning to the pack next to her. "And a bit of water. But we'll have to find a stream to refill." Which hopefully wouldn't be too difficult. Though his greater hope was that it wouldn't take them too long to get back to camp . . . and that they wouldn't have any more Grounder encounters along the way.

[Clarke Griffin]

His actions were still a little surprising, a little overwhelming and all in all very new to her, when he was being so very gentle with her. The kiss could only be described as loving, lingering. Even his kisses held more emotions and feelings than Finns had ever. Weird, but wonderful. She felt more for Bellamy than she did for Finn or Wells. Maybe it was just the novelty of this relationship or it was actually a deeper love she felt for him, it meant so much to her, he meant so much to her. “I’m glad I wasn’t.” Otherwise they might have danced around each other for a while longer. But being alone with each other might have finally made them move. 

As she allowed him to go and unwrap the bandage, which went easier than before, she reached for the pack to pull out a bit of the food. She broke it in two again, one for her, one for him. He was right about the refilling. They needed that desperately. Who knew how long it would take for them to find back. “How does it look? Does it meet your approval?” Maybe she could even walk. 

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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She told him she glad she wasn't and he knew what she meant by that. What happened had given them the opportunity to just, be together and seemingly explore what they had both mutually felt for one another. "Next time you want me to say or do something Clarke, try to find another way other than almost dying." He was teasing her, trying to make light of the situation now that it seemed to have gotten a bit better. As he inspected it, she asked how it looked and whether it met with his approval.

"Your legs or the wound?" He asked with a smirk, his words of a flirtatious nature . . . considering he had indeed checked her out in the past. How could he not? She was an extremely attractive woman -- to say the least. Once he got a good look at it, he began to bandage it back up, not wanting to leave it uncovered and thus exposed for too long. "It looks a lot better than it did a few hours ago, that's for sure." And from how she described and how she sounded, it felt a lot better as well. "You probably still shouldn't put pressure on it." He wondered if she could walk with the assistance of something or whether it was still too painful which was completley understandable. Since they wouldn't need to run anymore, though he could still carry her if needed. He had absolutely no objection or issue with that.

[Clarke Griffin]

“I did not almost die! At least not this time.” Clarke protested. And she didn’t. Not yet. She wasn’t close to it. She was close to him having to cut and burn her, but that was something else. Even her leg was still okay and a sepsis was still far away. She did not almost die, but with any other person, she might have. Bellamy would have had the brain to try something about it. He would have probably tried to tie off the limb or just thrown caution to the wind in order to bring her back.

It seemed like they might be ready to leave once they ate. “You might be right, but if you grow tired, we might have to. Can’t carry me all day, even if you want to.” She was smaller than him, lighter than him, but still quite the heavy weight. His muscles would eventually protest one way or another. “Come on, eat and then let’s go home. I’d rather spend the next night in our beds. Or… one of our beds. Sleeping.” Only sleeping for now. That was if he wanted that, too. Clarke certainly felt the urge for it.

Bellamy Blake