Space Fam Jam

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Echo

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy had been worried about Echo all day, hesitant to leave her alone in their room. But alas, there were every day tasks that could not be neglected. Everyone had to work incredibly hard to maintain a livable environment up here, and Bellamy couldn't set aside the imperative jobs that were required of him on a daily basis. But, that did not mean he wasn't thinking of her. He did as much as he could in the allotted time and then returned to the room, seeing her lying on the bed.

Fear was seizing at him, because while this could just be a casual sickness . . . what if it wasn't? What if it was something more serious and they didn't have the things to treat her up here? Bellamy could not lose her. Like he lost Gena. Only this time . . . the fear of having to watch Echo die was what terrified him. Of course he wasn't about to vocalize that. She was strong. She would fight this off. Bellamy moved to sit on the edge of the bed, reaching out to gently stroke her hair back. "How are you feeling?" He asked in a gentle voice.

[Echo]

On Earth, there had been little she feared. She had been raised under Nia's rule and had become harder, and faster then any of the clans. She was feared by many, and she had welcomed that fear. She had never thought about death. If she died n battle then she would die a warrior's death. Yet Primfya had shown her what fear of death really was. Then space had shown her fear. She had been unused to such fears, but had found a way to move past them thanks to Bellamy. With all her ties to the world she had known gone, there was now only him. He was her people. He was her loyalty.

Now, when she was just learning to be stronger, and of real value here, she was sick. Admitting the weakness wasn't in her ability, yet it was hard to hide the signs. She lost weight, parts of her body hurt, she was sick often with little to explain it. It was as if her body was rejecting space. To add to her situation, she was growing tired more often. She struggled to put in as much as before. She hated the weakness.

Rather then socialize with the others she went to bed, and was resting when Bellamy walked in. He sat on the edge of the bed, and touched her face, a move that comforted her. She had betrayed him, more then once, and yet they had worked toward trust. It had been hard work, but she was grateful for it. "It is getting worse," she admitted to him with a strong tone, almost as if she was talking about someone else, not wanting to worry him but knowing that he was the only one she would ever admit it too.

She didn't trust the others. Murphy and Emori were too manipulative, and Raven valued only the strong. Pushing to sit up she leaned forward to rest her forehead on his shoulder. She now had a new fear; and that was dying up here. "But not bad enough that I cannot continue." She would keep going until she was dead.