We Can't Lose Her

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @abbygriffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy was a mess. He face and hair was damp with sweat due to the over exertion of his wound, which had also caused more blood loss and strain than it should have. But how could he not have tried? He failed. He utterly failed in bringing Clarke back. And he knew from this point on, that if anything happened to her . . . it was on him. He had been so consumed with relief and emotion of seeing her after so long, knowing that she was alive, that he hadn't even checked the damn room. Not until it was too late and he was on his back with the grounder point a weapon at him and then stabbing him in the leg with his own dagger. Right now, Bellamy was being helped to medical, unable to apply even a little pressure on his wound. He was going to get it, and he knew that. Did the Chancellor even know about their attempt to find Clarke?

He supposed he was going to find out. He heard someone yell to get the chancellor, as Bellamy was assisted to medical. He knew that Gena was not going to be too happy with his recklessness but all he could think of right now . . . was his failure. Bellamy's face twisted in a slight cringe as he adjusted his position, laying on one of the beds in medical. His wound was wrapped with a cloth that the blood was already seeping through, and the upper thick fur of the Azgeda uniform somewhat removed. "Let' just get this over with," he said in a low, irritable voice. Because the sooner he got patched up . . . the sooner he could head back out there, find Clarke, and this time, not come home without her.

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"You're kidding me." Was all she could say when someone rushed to find her, telling her that Bellamy Blake had arrived with a wound in his leg and all she could think about was 'are you kidding me?' No, this was Bellamy Blake, and if he got injured it meant he had done something reckless and usually that involved protecting his friends. Or so she had started to learn. That boy(and she used the term loosely) did what he could for his friends and while she admired that, it also put him in gave danger. He needed to be more careful. Still, she pushed herself away from the desk and walked through Arkadia to get to medical. The walk was short, considering she had been close enough for any calls, like this for example.

Abby walked right through into medical, but not before washing up which was more habit at this point. "Let's see the damage." Abby spoke in way of greeting when she walked in, gloved hands moving to the wound on his leg, the blood seeping through the cloth. Cutting the cloth away revealed the bloody wound, giving a few minutes to inspect for any foreign objects in the wound that would stifle healing and cause infection. So far it looked clean, aside from all the red due to the blood. "Aside from the pain, how are you feeling? Dizzy? Feverish? Headaches?" Abby wanted to rule out poison as she knew some weapons were dipped in the stuff. She'd been told what to expect when she landed. That seemed like a lifetime ago.

"Do you want to tell me how you were injured and why you're not wearing standard uniform?" She asked Bellamy, her tone casual and not quite on the way to telling him off. Yet.

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @abbygriffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy looked at Abigail Griffin as she came in, feeling . . . the pain of this all. Not from the wound, but for the fact that he couldn't save her daughter. He looked away, closing his eyes as he tried to keep some semblance of composure. Perhaps the blood loss made him feeling more light headed than usual . . . more delirious. He barely moved when the fabric was cut away, exposing his over exerted injury. "No." A lie, when asking for other symptoms. He knew his skin was pale and his head was spinning, but honesty could get him admitted in here for the rest of the day and even the night and he just wanted to get the hell back out here to find her.

"It as my dagger," he explained, revealing that it wasn't the weapon of a grounder that had done this to him. The Grounder had pulled Bellamy's own blade and stabbed him with it. It was Abby's next question that became difficult to answer. Inquiry from the Chancellor as to why he wasn't wearing his uniform. There was no point withholding the truth from her, was there? She would find out soon enough. Or, would this just cause her more worry. Should he leave it to Kane to explain things? The conflict made his head spin even more.

"I was . . . following a lead. And," He paused, closing his eyes, straining to continue as he took another slow breath, as if that would somehow miraculously calm him down. He instead just shook his head, opening his eyes as a pained expression replaced whatever had formerly been on it. "I couldn't save her." The tone of his voice, the pain in the admittance . . . well, he knew that it wouldn't be difficult for the Chancellor to guess who he was talking about. "I was so close, but she got away." Because he failed to protect her. He failed to bring her home. "I'm sorry," he breathed, knowing that no one could hate him more than he hated himself in this moment. He deserved nothing less than the Chancellor's anger.