Post by Bellamy Blake on Nov 16, 2015 16:04:06 GMT
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THE HELL WE WANT
It was night. Bellamy's most dreaded time. He hated being left alone with his thoughts, needing something to distract him. It was so much easier focusing on the others, seeing what they needed. It allowed himself to set aside his own personal feelings and pain -- or at least numb it -- for the betterment of the others. But when night came, and everyone was asleep . . . he feared they would unleash themselves. He would close his eyes and see them. All of them. over 600 bodies of innocents -- or well most of them. It was the innocent ones that haunted him though, not the ones who had caused his people pain.
He was currently walking around camp, having decide to keep guard at the gate tonight. The others would rest. Or at least he hoped that they would find the ease of sleep. Everyone was traumatized in their own way. The physical wounds would heal; the psychological ones, not so much. As he was walking, he noticed a figure sitting by the fire and Bellamy hadn't really thought twice before he started to approach him.
He hadn't seen much of Wick -- with the exception of when Bellamy went to medical to check on the others, as Wick had been by Raven's side practically the entire time. He'd carried her from Mount Weather, and it indicated just how close the two of them were. He was glad for that. That they had each other to heal with. "How's she doing?" Bellamy asked, aware that Wick would know who he was talking about. It had been a couple hours since Bellamy had last checked on those who had been drilled. Wick may have a better idea of Raven's condition if anything had changed during that time.
He was currently walking around camp, having decide to keep guard at the gate tonight. The others would rest. Or at least he hoped that they would find the ease of sleep. Everyone was traumatized in their own way. The physical wounds would heal; the psychological ones, not so much. As he was walking, he noticed a figure sitting by the fire and Bellamy hadn't really thought twice before he started to approach him.
He hadn't seen much of Wick -- with the exception of when Bellamy went to medical to check on the others, as Wick had been by Raven's side practically the entire time. He'd carried her from Mount Weather, and it indicated just how close the two of them were. He was glad for that. That they had each other to heal with. "How's she doing?" Bellamy asked, aware that Wick would know who he was talking about. It had been a couple hours since Bellamy had last checked on those who had been drilled. Wick may have a better idea of Raven's condition if anything had changed during that time.
