How To Save A Life

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Marcus Kane

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy's eyes slowly opened to rejoin the conscious world. The brightness of the sky made him squint. He could feel his body consumed with pain, trying to piece together recent events that had caused him to be currently laying on his back, clearly hindered in movement. He groaned a little, forcing himself to turn his head, to see what was around him, to try and remember. All it took was one figure to make him immediately jolt up, the sudden burst of adrenaline numbing the pain.

"Octavia!" He called out, seeing the motionless figure of his sister lying there. He turned her so that she was on her back as his fingers went to her pulse. She was alive, but it was weak. He looked over her, seeing the massive wound on her stomach. He swallowed, a fear filling him of this potentially being irreperable. But he wasn't about to give up. "O, can you hear me?" He asked, trying to see if she was remotely conscious. He didn't get a response. He moved her arm around her neck, attempting to scoop her up. But as he stood, that was when he realized where his own pain was originating from, his leg. He cringed at the feeling, looking down and seeing a massive gash, one that could easily get infected.

The cold winter air didn't help things. That was when he finally recollected what had happened. They had been attacked by Reapers. Why they hadn't finished them off? He hadn't the slightest clue. But he could only be grateful for that fact. Bellamy was clearly struggling with trying to carry her, but he had to. What other choice did he have? "It's ok," he said in a low voice, biting back any sound of pain just in case she could hear him. "I won't let anything bad happen to you." And he wouldn't. He just needed to get her back to camp. So with one final attempt, he lifted her into his arms, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, and using whatever strength he had left in his body to take her back to Camp Jaha.

[Marcus Kane]

There was sounds of upset coming from toward the gate, and Marcus began to run toward it to see what was happening. When he say Bellamy Blake carrying his sister, he felt his heart jump from his chest, and he took off at a run toward them. Others where surrounding them, but Marcus pushed through them and toward the injured siblings. He reached for her, knowing that Bellamy would not like giving her up. "Let me help, you can barley stand!" He demanded, before taking her and helping them move faster. "Get doctor Griffin, and Jackson--quickly!" He told someone--anyone---in the crowd before hurrying to the med bay.

Once there, he layed her down, and checked her pulse before looking at Bellamy. "What happened?" He was clearly hurt as well, and Marcus wished he had more medical training so he could understand how he was injured and how to help. Marcus' training was basic first aid--if something bleed you pressed on it with a clean cloth. If something was poking out, you didn't push it in. How to aid of someone was choking, and even basic CPR for if the shock batons were too much for someone. Nothing like how to look at someone and know how the save a life.

When Jackson came in, he went right for Octavia and Marcus moved to Bellamy's side, pulling him back just a little. "Where are you hurt?" Not are you hurt--just where are you hurt! He knew that if he asked the question the other way, Bellamy would dismiss it in favor of watching over his sister. It was one thing he loved most about his children--at least he thought they were his children with enough certainty that he call them thus in his head--was that they would do anything for family.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Marcus Kane

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THE HELL WE WANT

When they got to the gate, Marcus was the first to assist them. Good. He would get it done. He reluctantly, but knowing he had no other choice, allowed Marcus to help him take Octavia to med bay, having already demanded that someone get Abby and Jackson. Once they got there, Octavia was set down as Marcus questioned what hapepned. "We were attacked by reapers." Who knew they even came out in this cold weather.

"I don't remember much more than that." It had all happened so fast. Though it didn't really matter. What mattered was helping Octavia. Bellamy stared at his sister, his heart pounding with fear. He couldn't lose her and even he knew that this wasn't looking too good. He was feeling dizzy, deep down knowing it was the loss of his own blood but he couldn't be bothered with that.

It wasn't until he felt Marcus pull him back a little and ask where he was hurt that Bellamy was able to form words rather than just stare helpessly at Octavia -- though his gaze remained fixated on his sister. "I'm fine," he said dismissively, a practically automatic reaction when questioned if he was hurt, if he was alright. He pushed forward a little, not realizing the stagger and instability in his step. "Is she going to be alright?" He questioned to Jackson, needing to know the severity of the wound. He knew that Lincoln would also be in here any moment once news spread that Octavia was injured.

[Marcus Kane]

"I'm fine," He said as he took a staggering step forward, and Marcus' hands came up to rest on his son's chest to steady him in case he fell. "Is she going to be alright?" Loyalty unto death. It was a trait he had admired in the old roman books he read as a child, and one that he admired in his children now--as well as was fighting against. "You can barley stand!" He told Bellamy, fisting his hands in Blake's shirt, and moving him toward a wall he could lean on.

Jackson spoke up at the moment, and Marcus' focused slipped from Bellamy to his daughter. 'She has lost a lot of blood. If we can't get some more in her quickly she wont make it.' Marcus looked at the girl for a moment and spoke, "Then do whatever you have to do. We don't have any limitations here. Every life matters." Jackson didn't move for a moment before he spoke, 'Do don't have any blood on hand to give her. She has a rare blood type, and she can only get that type of blood. I don't have time to go out and test everyone.' Which meant that his daughter was going to die--unless he was a watch. "What blood type?" Because his was rare too.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Marcus Kane

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy didn't want to admit it, but the additional physical support that Marcus offered was something he needed to stay standing on his feet. He ignored his words though, uncaring if he could barley stand. Instead, he focused on Jackson's words saying that she had lost a lot of blood and that she needed more. Marcus stated that he needed to do whatever had to be done. Bellamy took a step forward toward them, or specifically, toward his sister.

"Take mine," he breathed out. He didn't care if it killed him at this point. He just needed her to live. That was it. And he was going to do whatever he could to ensure that. "Will mine work?" He further questioned, realizing he had no idea what Octavia's blood type was. They had never had a chance to get her tested. He was AB, a universal donor . . . but would that work for Octavia? "Just take mine." He knew he was getting a bit delirious, but he needed to do what he could, anything and everything within his power. He was pretty sure Marcus had asked what blood type, but Bellamy wasn't waiting for the answer. "Do whatever you have to to do. I need her to live." The alternative was not an option. It never was.

[Marcus Kane]

Marcus watched as Bellamy begged Jackson to take his blood. 'You're too weak from your own loss of blood, and even if you weren't--your type is AB according to your file. You sister has a rare type. One of the only few on the Ark to have it--' Marcus stepped forward and cut the good doctor off, while removing his coat. "It O negative." He knew this, because he had the same. 'Yeah, she can only have the same blood or it would kill her.' Marcus was already rolling up his shelve. "I know. I have the same."

Jackson looked at Marcus for a moment, and then Bellamy before turning to grab a needle and the equipment needed for donating blood. Marcus didn't look at Bellamy. Jackson set it up, and then moved over to begin the process. Marcus finally looked over at Bellamy, "You need to sit down. You will not do her any good falling in the floor." He knew what it looked it, and eve he was revealing from the news of her blood type--but Marcus had long wondered if Bellamy was his son. At least now he knew that Octavia was his daughter.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Marcus Kane

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy didn't care that he was too weak. It was the fact that he didn't share the same blood type that made him feel utterly powerless. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't lose Octavia. That was not an option. Then suddenly, Kane spoke up about it being O negative and the next thing he knew, Jackson was setting up Kane to donate the necessary blood. Bellamy had to wonder if this was actually happening, or if he had become totally delirious from the blood loss to the point of hallucinating.

He blinked a few times, trying to get his surroundings into focus. It was then that he heard Kane urge him to sit down and his body responded more than his mind as he staggered over to a chair that someone had apparently pulled out for him. He practically collapsed into it, though was still conscious. Kane had the same rare blood type as Octavia.

What did this mean? There was a feeling in Bellamy's gut that made him feel like it was more than just a mere coincidence. "How . . . " He asked, trying to get the entire phrase out, but he was feeling weak. He would have to ask later. Right now, Octavia was priority. "Just save her," he breathed out, closing his eyes, finding himself slipping away from consciousness. Before blackness consumed him, he managed to get the familiar words out . . . perhaps only familiar to him. "My sister, my responsibility."

[Marcus Kane]

"How . . . " Beallmy asked, and Marcus looked over at him as she sat down. "Just save her," Maybe siblings should have been allowed. "My sister, my responsibility." They might have got more done. The loyalty within the Blake still amazed him. He had never seen anything like it. Not even in himself. There was something that was so strong. When you saw it you could only watch it.

It was the next day when Marcus walked into Bellamy's room--they had moved him to a bed after he passed out and gotten Bellamy the needed medical attention. Bellamy was still out, but Marcus stood there and looked down at him. There was so much he wished he had known for sure sooner, and so much he wished he could change about his past. None of this was going to be easy. From here he could only try to do better. Because there wasn't any other way. He wasn't going to abandon them again. What had Bellamy said? My sister? Well, His family, his responsibility now.