Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 5, 2016 19:41:30 GMT
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THE HELL WE WANT
She had left. Clarke had left them. Left him. The pain of that was no where near subsiding in Bellamy, but nor could he dwell on it. He had to put his feelings aside for the betterment of the camp. For his people. Particularly those who had survived the horrors of Mount Weather. The four days without food, drink, and rest, along with the harvesting and decontamination process had caught up to Bellamy. He was practically forced into medical, having checked on a few others in the process. Some of them had been horribly drilled, others had been forced to watch.
Either way, they all had wounds from recent events. And the emotional and psychological ones would be harder to recover from and take far longer to heal. Bellamy was helping others settle into the remainder of the Ark, as there were rooms for everyone. They had lost so many of their people, and that would never be forgotten. But right now, they had to focus on the present. On doing what needed to be done to start building a sustainable lifestyle. It was night, and Bellamy was in medical, seeing who was ready to be taken to their rooms.
He was informed of one particular delinquent who needed to be shown to her quarters; an individual that Bellamy had grown particularly fond of. Charlotte. He made his way over to where she was, not about to leave her alone in this place. He had once promised her that she wasn't alone, and he damn well was going to make good on that promise. "Hey," he greeted, not having been able to speak to her at length since they came back. Only a day or two had passed . . . but he still felt obligated to take care of her. "How are you feeling?" He asked, as that was the most important thing right now.
Either way, they all had wounds from recent events. And the emotional and psychological ones would be harder to recover from and take far longer to heal. Bellamy was helping others settle into the remainder of the Ark, as there were rooms for everyone. They had lost so many of their people, and that would never be forgotten. But right now, they had to focus on the present. On doing what needed to be done to start building a sustainable lifestyle. It was night, and Bellamy was in medical, seeing who was ready to be taken to their rooms.
He was informed of one particular delinquent who needed to be shown to her quarters; an individual that Bellamy had grown particularly fond of. Charlotte. He made his way over to where she was, not about to leave her alone in this place. He had once promised her that she wasn't alone, and he damn well was going to make good on that promise. "Hey," he greeted, not having been able to speak to her at length since they came back. Only a day or two had passed . . . but he still felt obligated to take care of her. "How are you feeling?" He asked, as that was the most important thing right now.
