Bellicious Isa Cream

[Isaiah Riggs]

Bellamy Blake I wrote the thing. Work was pretty typical. Isaiah was happy, getting assigned to pick fruit, a job that he hadn't done much at all since being moved to root vegetables but one that he enjoyed. It was probably the only job where he could eat and continue to work. Eating a piece of fruit here and there was never a problem. It was going well until the alarm started blaring. Isaiah's eyebrows raised, unsure of what the sound meant, his hand freezing with fingers wrapped around an orange. It wasn't until the pain hit him that he realised he did actually know what the sound meant. The orange was pulled off the branch, hitting the ground with a soft thud. Isaiah's hands moved to his face, running over skin that was heating up quicker than it should have been in the generally cold climate of Mount Weather. Radiation. As his breathing sped up and his eyes widened, Isaiah tried to work out what he could do. He knew that the room would be locked down by then, that he would have no way of escaping. Whatever was causing the leak, Isaiah couldn't know, and he wouldn't really have any idea how to stop it. There were others in the room. Isaiah started walking, finding the closest person and watching how a rash began to spread over their face. Their hands. Skin changing in a way that made Isaiah stomach turn. His skin would be doing the same. An exchange of words gave nothing in terms of a solution, a way to get out of this. Isaiah felt like a bear trapped in a cage. His instincts had him stumbling over to the door, clawing at it and banging at the metal. It didn't even budge. As the seconds ticked by, Isaiah passed out watching the other farmer try to pry open the door.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Isaiah Riggs

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Bellamy had been patrolling the halls, and the commotion in the nearby wing had him racing toward it. Today had been relatively calm and while Bellamy knew that was always a good thing -- for it meant that all was well inside the facility -- it was moments like these that often flooded him with concern, and fully made him ready to perform his duties as a Mount Weather guard. Once inside, he saw a cluster of people at a closed door, trying to pry it open. "What happened?" He questioned, moving through the crowd until he got to the front of it, standing before the door. One of the workers stated that there were people in there. Bellamy scanned over the crowd and asked who wasn't accounted for.

One of the names they gave caused Bellamy's body to numb with fear. Isaiah Riggs. He couldn't let the shock last long, as fear fueled his actions. He used every ounce of strength within him to pull open the doors and fortunately, with the help of the others, they got it open just enough for Bellamy to turn on his side and put it more open with his back, getting better leverage. Once it was open, he saw Isaiah lying there, his skin breaking open . . . immediate indication as to what it was.

"Evacuate the area!" Bellamy ordered, hurrying to Isaiah's side, closing the door behind him. His key card access would allow him to get out easily. There were other people there as Bellamy looked over them. His fingers went to Isaiah's pulse; it was there, but weak. Bellamy did the same to the others. Dead. His heart ached at the loss but knew all he could do now was focus on the person that was still alive, selfish relief flooding over him.

He swiftly scooped Isaiah up in his arms, using his access to open the door, carrying him out and pushing on the button to seal the door once more. There was a leak somewhere and Isaiah had been exposed to radiation. The crowd had filtered out of the room, Bellamy hurriedly carrying him out in the hall. They wouldn't be able to get back in there without the proper gear. Right now, his priority was Isaiah. He rushed to medical, seeing Doctor Tsing there as she hurried toward him.

"He was exposed," Bellamy stated, trying to keep the fear from his voice. Isaiah was special to Bellamy. And the thought of losing him was . . . unbearable. He knew what this sort of thing called for, and the doctor didn't even have to ask before he offered it. He was already taking off his vest. "Just do whatever you have to do to save him," Bellamy demanded. Tsing gave him a nod and they start to prep both him and Bellamy for the transfusion.

[Isaiah Riggs]

Bellamy Blake The first thing that Isaiah noticed as he regained consciousness was that he felt so drained. It was like he had run a marathon and worked 5 days straight during a fruit harvest. At the same time, he felt refreshed. It was difficult to explain and honestly, Isaiah didn't care enough to want to think about explaining how he felt. His eyes opened, the bright lights catching him off guard, having to blink a few times to adjust. As he turned his head to see more of where he was, it was easy to work out where the noises he had been hearing were coming from. Beeps from machines next to him and the steady sound of another person breathing. If Isaiah hadn't been able to clearly remember the feeling of his skin burning, the look of the other farmer as he broke out in the radiation rash, he probably would have felt a lot more panicked about being where he was. It made sense, though, and that left him in an oddly calm state. It felt wrong to be so calm. Isaiah was never this calm in situations that were bad. He could only assume he had been given some sort of medicine that was causing it, and his mind lazily ran through the medicinal plants that they grew, just keeping himself busy and not allowing himself to quite come into a complete wakened state just yet. His mind froze after a few more moments, his eyes suddenly taking notice of the fact that there was a figure on the bed next to his. Focusing on it, wondering if it was one of the other farmers he was working with, Isaiah's eyes widened. "Bellamy," Isaiah said, his voice croaky and his throat dry. He looked at the tubes in Bellamy's arm, to the ones in his own. "Bellamy."

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Isaiah Riggs

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Bellamy was somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness. He wasn't entirely certain how coherent he was, though he did hear his name from a faint, groggy voice. It was enough to cause his lips to curve upward into a smile, though Bellamy's eyes remained closed. He recognized that voice . . . for the most part. However whatever anesthetics they gave him, made him slightly loopy. In an almost dream state . . . as if he was here but not here at the same time. At least mentally.

"That's my name," he confirmed, having heard the other male say it once and then twice. Had be been completely lucid, it would have made sense. The acknowledgement of Bellamy's presence. The realization of it. But right now . . . Bellamy wasn't exactly in that fully stable state. The blood leaving his body having left him more drained and light headed. "Don't wear it out," he added on with a slight chuckle, finally opening his eyes.

He then turned his head to look at the source of his spoken name. His vision was blurry, out of focus, so the man naturally was just a blurred vision. "You're blurry," he stated, as if that was a necessary thing to say. Bellamy squinted, trying to see him a bit clearer but to no avail. "I like isa cream." Words said with a content smile as he closed his eyes again, still awake . . . or well, somewhat.

[Isaiah Riggs]

Bellamy Blake XD Out of any reply that Isaiah might have expected from Bellamy, the one he got was not what he expected at all. Squinting to be sure that it was Bellamy he was looking at, Isaiah wasn't sure how to respond. He knew the saying that Bellamy had used but... and then there was the whole confusion over Bellamy being there, the realisation of what he had done for Isaiah. A new thought popping up in his mind, Isaiah lifted an arm--with more difficulty than it should have taken--and pinched the other arm. The pinch was felt, the small shot of pain, but nothing changed around him. That told Isaiah that he was awake and that he wasn't just dreaming. Bellamy being there, the nonsense words that had come from him, Isaiah had thought that the best explanation would be that he was asleep. Isaiah was awake. Bellamy had just said that. "Bellamy," Isaiah repeated, his voice was still weak but he put more effort into speaking and managed to make himself louder than before. Maybe it was Bellamy who was asleep, but then his eyes were open and his head had turned in Isaiah's direction. Isaiah's heart swelled looking at Bellamy, being able to work out what he did. Bellamy wasn't from the Mountain, he could go outside, he could deal with the radiation. And he had saved Isaiah. While that didn't quite click completely, Isaiah got it enough in his tired state to feel happy and a little giddy at the thought. He laughed, well, he sort of just let out air through his nose, as Bellamy spoke again. Maybe they were both giddy from drugs or blood loss but Bellamy had to be worse. It didn't seem like Bellamy could think clearly, Isaiah could to a point. He just felt a numbness and a joy to it all that didn't fell completely right. "Isa cream, huh?" Isaiah laughed silently again, his voice coming out in almost a mumble. "Maybe you can have some later." Suddenly feeling the need, regardless of the fact that it would take a lot of effort to do so, Isaiah decided he wanted to touch Bellamy. He stretched out his arm across the space between the beds, not able to quite reach Bellamy. "Your hand," Isaiah said, his voice almost begging. His fingers wiggled in the air and he continued to look at Bellamy, at his now closed again eyes and his sleepy-looking state. Isaiah felt like closing his eyes again as well and after a short moment he did. Nothing wrong with more rest.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Isaiah Riggs

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Bellamy quite enjoyed the way Isaiah said his name. Whether it was in the height of passion, or like it was right now. Spoken with this casualness. Or, whatever tone it was that Bellamy's mind could not completely comprehend in his state. His smile grew at the mention of possibly having some isa cream later. "Sounds bellicious," he said, chuckling at his own word. "I would love some," he added on, not even entirely certain what he was referring to at the moment. Flirtation or gibberish. He hadn't the faintest idea. He only knew that he liked the sound of Isaiah's voice. The sound of his breathing. Knowing that he was alive.

That was all Bellamy needed to be certain of right now. And as if the younger male had read his mind, further evidence of that could come through touch. So when Isaiah verbally prompted him, Bellamy opened his eyes to see his extended hand, reaching for him. Bellamy instinctively repsonded, reaching out his hand that was not inserted with a needle and hled onto Isaiah's; a smile remaining on his lips. He gave Isaiah's hand a gentle squeeze, letting out a content sight. "You're ok," he said, as if to convince himself of this very real fact. "Everythings gonna be ok," he added on, closing his eyes, and refusing to let go of Isaiah's hand.

[Isaiah Riggs]

Bellamy Blake This seems rambley to me. I hope it's okay! Isaiah didn't think he had ever heard puns come from Bellamy's mouth before, and while he couldn't seem to work out exactly whether Bellamy was meaning to sound suggestive or not with them, Isaiah laughed lightly at Bellamy's use of the word bellicious. It was difficult not to laugh, even when the sound came from his throat with more difficulty than normal. Bellamy's warm and firm hand wrapped around his own, causing Isaiah to let out a breath and his face to relax into a wider smile. The touch was so much more comforting than anything else Isaiah could think of, warming him completely and allowing him to relax more against the bed, his eyes now closed. "Everything will be okay," Isaiah said, adding on to Bellamy's words, stating a fact that he knew was true. Bellamy was there and he was Isaiah's hero. Everything would be okay. ~ ~ ~ The one thing Isaiah needed to do was move. He didn't want to lay in bed any longer and the thought of sleeping more was beginning to make him feel like he would go crazy. That was a good sign, he guessed, a sign that he had healed enough from the radiation poisoning. It lined up with the fact that he was being discharged today, with Bellamy, although he was being told to rest more. He sort of hoped that he could get back to work soon, or that he could at least go walking around agriculture. Something to fight back the feeling of being trapped and the restfulness in his body. For someone who was always trapped--and had only had that proved to him through the leak--he really hated feeling trapped. His legs swung slowly back and forth as he sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes were locked on only one thing: Bellamy. So much of their time in medical bay had been spent holding hands, that simple contact seeming to be so important to Isaiah's recovery. Now, Isaiah couldn't wait to be alone with Bellamy. They had both been through so much but it all came down to one thing that Isaiah was unable to push from his mind, that Bellamy had done this for Isaiah. He hadn't had to...there were other sources of blood for this sort of thing, but Bellamy had. Isaiah's eyes sparkled as his gaze continued to sit on Bellamy. "I'm ready to go, are you?" As if to prove the words he had just spoken, Isaiah stood up from the bed. His legs shook for a moment but they settled. He took two small steps over to Bellamy's bed and offered his hand. "You don't need more time to rest?" he asked, not wanting to push Bellamy if he wasn't feeling as ready as Isaiah was.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Isaiah Riggs

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Bellamy had been slipping in and out of consciousness for the next little while. It was needed; his body incredibly weak from giving his blood. But he had no regrets. Every drop of his blood that had saved Isaiah, had been more than worth it. Bellamy would do it again in a heartbeat; he would give more in a heartbeat. Whatever it took, to make sure Isaiah was ok. It was perhaps that moment, he saw him lying there, fearing his death . . . that Bellamy truly realized the extent of his feelings for the other male. That it felt more serious than just a casual dating scenario. But he didn't dare speak that emotional realization. Especially when he hadn't exactly been fully coherent. When he was told of the news that they would be discharged, Bellamy felt relieved.

While he knew his body needed the rest, he felt utterly useless just lying here. Isaiah's presence made it easier, able to see the younger male's healing process for himself, giving his mind reassurance and comfort that he was alive. Breathing. Improving. He gave a small smile when Isaiah came towards him, offering his hand to help him. Bellamy of course accepted it, pulling himself up to his feet. He had to wait a moment to steady himself, knowing his energy wasn't fully back yet. He still felt drained, and ever so slightly nauseous. The waves of nausea and vomiting were normal. He just hoped he didn't do it in front of Isaiah. "Let's get the hell out of here," Bellamy told him, still holding his hand in his, wanting to leave medical now that they were finally able to. "How are you feeling?" He asked, looking over Isaiah to make sure he was truly alright. Physically, mentally, emotionally.

[Isaiah Riggs]

Bellamy Blake With Bellamy's hand in his again, Isaiah's felt even stronger. Like he was sharing Bellamy's strength. He just hoped that Bellamy felt somewhat the same. He was happy to hear that Bellamy sounded just as keen as him to get out of medical and felt a more comfortable smile fall onto his lips. It wouldn't be the fastest or easiest of trips but being out of medical was the best thing that Isaiah could think of at the moment. When Bellamy asked how Isaiah was feeling, he wasn't too sure exactly how to answer a question like that. Not after what had happened. He could have so easily died and it had definitely left him more aware of how small Mount Weather was and how little freedom he had. One bad leak was all it would take to end him and he would have no where to run. Thinking that, he didn't exactly want to admit to that. And physically he was improving, so that was the part that mattered for the most. "As good as I can be," he said, deciding it was the best thing he could say.  Part of him did want to be a little more truthful, or more open, but he was also watching Bellamy and seeing the way that he still looked weak. He looked worse than Isaiah felt. And honestly, it would be better to focus on the positives. His mind was certainly doing that, unable to budge from the topic of Bellamy. Of Bellamy saving him. What had did to save him. "What about you?" Isaiah asked, unable to hide the worry that seeped into his voice. It was difficult to not think about the bad with the good and the fact that Bellamy had obviously become sick through doing what he did for Isaiah. "Nauseous at all?" Isaiah squeezed Bellamy's hand as they walked out of medical. He walked in the general direction of the residences although he wasn't sure which of their places they were going to. Isaiah did know that there was no way he was going to leave Bellamy's side though. "Yours or mine?" he asked, the question coming out a bit suggestive as he wanted to lighten the mood as much as he could.