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An accident takes something from Bellamy that he can never get back, but he has Clarke to get him through.
1597 words | [PG]
It hurts. Everywhere. Bellamy’s vision blurs. Sound is muffled by the fog in his head. He tries to roll, but it sends a stab of pain across his chest.
Ribs broken then.
He moans, getting the attention of whoever is with him.
“Don’t try to move.”
“Clarke?” he croaks. “What-”
Her hands press his shoulders down gently, but he’s too weak to fight her anyway. “Just stay calm and don’t move.”
She’s using her stern doctor voice. It’s a step away from her I’m-going-to-shoot-you-in-the-head-if-you-don’t-listen voice. He rests his head back as everything spins.
“You’re doing great,” she says—softly this time. “Real good.”
He’s so confused. “Is that a surprise?”
She blinks at him. “Do you remember what happened?”
He searches his memory for something. Anything. It’s all blank. He shakes his head slightly, sending waves of pain down his neck. “What happened?”
“There was an explosion.” She leans over him so he can see her face without moving. “You were hurt by the flying debris.”
“I don’t remember-”
“That’s probably a good thing.”
Now she’s scaring him. “Clarke-”
“Just stay still.”
“Why?”
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