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Bellamy is dramatic – everyone knows that. Octavia said he cried when he dropped her off at college. When Miller moved out of the apartment, Bellamy didn’t talk to him for a week. He has a habit of exaggerating every story he tells.
Clarke loves him – both as a friend and in that sucky, unrequited love type of way – but he’s the most dramatic person she’s ever met.
So it’s really not her fault that she doesn’t believe him at first.
“Seriously, Clarke,” Bellamy calls from the bathroom, where he’s examining his tongue in the mirror. “My tongue feels really weird.”
She just sighs, flipping the page in her book. “You’re fine, Bell. Go lay down for a bit and watch some Netflix or read. If you keep feeling weird, let me know.”
A loud noise comes from the bathroom and Bellamy swears. “I think I just lost feeling in my leg!”
“I’m sure you did,” Clarke calls back, “Go to bed.”
Bellamy crosses the hall to his room, pausing to shoot Clarke a dirty look before letting the door slam shut.
It’s quiet for about twenty minutes.
“Clarke!” Bellamy calls, his door swinging open with so much force that it hits the wall. “This isn’t a fucking joke, I’m having an allergic reaction.”
Clarke rolls her eyes, but puts her book down to look up at him. “Yeah, sure, Bella- holy fucking shit.”
“What?”
“Nothing,” Clarke says, slipping her shoes on. “Stay right here, I’m gonna get my bag. We’re going to the emergency room.”
“Why?” Bellamy calls after her. “Clarke, what’s wrong? My lips feel weird!”
Clarke comes back into the room, purse and keys in hand, and winces when she sees Bellamy.
“Your lips are a little bit swollen,” she says.
“Oh, god,” Bellamy says. “I’m dying. Tell Octavia I love her and tell Miller that he owes me ten dollars. Delete my internet history.”
Clarke just tugs on his hand and leads him out of the apartment.
***
It takes them twenty minutes to get to the hospital, another ten to get through the paperwork, and then five more minutes until they’re lead to an examination room and told to wait.
Bellamy sits on the table in the room while Clarke stands next to him, holding his hand.
“I can’t believe you didn’t believe me,” Bellamy says, his words slurred. His bottom lip is swollen up to the point that it’s almost as big as his bottom lip.
“It’s not my fault,” Clarke says. “You’re dramatic.”
“You’re supposed to believe me.”
“I got you to the hospital,” Clarke grumbles.
Bellamy glares at her.
“I’m sorry,” she says, squeezing his hand. “Next time you tell me you’re having an allergic reaction I’ll believe you.”
“If I die, I want you to know that you’re the best person in my life.”
Clarke squeezes his hand harder this time. “You’re not dying.”
When the doctor gets in, she asks Bellamy if he has any food allergies. He tells her he doesn’t and she asks him if he ate anything out of the ordinary.
“We went out to this new Mexican place for happy hour after work,” he says. “I had some chips and salsa, a margarita, guacamole.”
“You had guacamole?” Clarke asks. “I thought you hated avocados on principal. They’re too hipster.”
“Everyone said it was really good,” Bellamy mumbles.
“Not to interrupt,” the doctor says, holding up a hand, “But have you eaten guacamole before? Ever?”
Bellamy thinks about it for a minute. “I don’t think so.”
The doctor nods. “That’s probably it, then. We’ll run a few tests to double check, but you’re probably allergic to avocado. We’ll get you a shot so the swelling will go down and I’ll write up an order for the tests.”
Once she leaves, Clarke turns to Bellamy. “Oh my god,” she says. “You’re so dramatic that your unreasonable hatred of avocados manifested itself into an allergy. Miller’s gonna die when I tell him.”
“Seriously,” Bellamy says. “I was at risk of losing my life and you’re thinking about how funny Miller is gonna find this.”
Clarke rolls her eyes at him and mutters, “Yeah, not dramatic at all.” Then, louder, “If I kiss you, will that make it better?”
Bellamy opens his mouth and then closes it, his eyes roving over her face. “Yes?”
Clarke pecks his cheek and grins at him when he frowns at her. “You can have a real kiss once the swelling goes down and we get home. As long as you don’t die on me before then.”