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Bellamy paces in front of the infirmary, waiting on Clarke’s shift to be done so they can get some dinner. It takes another twenty minutes for Clarke to come out. She looks surprised to see Bellamy.
“Hey, what are you doing here?”
“I thought we were eating together.”
“I mean, we were going to, but I thought you would have gone ahead already, or that you would have come in to check what was taking so long. I had to finish up a few vaccines.”
“Ok, that’s fine. I had no problem waiting. Are you ready to go now?”
“Yeah, but don’t you have the night shift tonight?”
“Yeah, but that just means that we’ll have to cut dinner short. It doesn’t start for another half hour, so by the time we get food, we should have ten to fifteen minutes to eat.”
“That doesn’t leave long to talk,” Clarke comments, sounding a little sad.
“Don’t worry, Princess. You can tell me about your day while I’m eating, and you can eat while I’m at work.”
Clarke nods, seemingly placated, though still not particularly happy. They grab food and sit down at one of the empty tables. Clarke starts talking about her day while Bellamy eats his food, and watches her. Almost twenty minutes later, Bellamy gets to his feet.
“I have to get to work, but I’ll see you later.”
She nods, seeming disappointed. Bellamy shakes that thought out of his head, not willing to let himself think like that. He walks to work, signing in before grabbing his gear. It’s quiet for a little while before Murphy walks over.
“Hey, boss. They want you to do the first outside perimeter walk,” he says, leaning against the non-electric part of the fence.
“Ok, and you’re here to watch my post while I do that?”
“Yep, you got it.”
“Ok, I’ll be back in twenty minutes tops.”
Murphy nods, and Bellamy starts his walk around camp. He stops by each guard post to make sure that everything is good, and there’s nothing to report. Murphy is leaning back with his eyes closed when Bellamy gets back.
“Dude, you’re supposed to be watching. Something could get past you.”
“Nah, there’s nothing to get past me,” Murphy replies, opening his eyes, and straightening up.
“Yeah, whatever. Scram, and let me finish my shift.”
Murphy rolls his eyes as he walks away.
“I should kick his ass,” Bellamy mutters, settling back down.
The rest of the night is quiet, though he does end up doing all of the rounds himself, which he doesn’t question, but does find odd. Eventually Miller comes to let him off shift.
“Hey, you can head off now. I already signed in, and have all my gear.”
“Thanks,” Bellamy says, stretching.
He checks his gun back in before heading to breakfast. Clarke waves him over, but before he can join her, Kane walks over to him.
“Hey, I need to talk to you alone for a minute.”
Bellamy nods, following him away from everyone.
“What’s going on?”
“Did you see anything odd last night?”
“No, why?”
“Well, someone reported a shadowy figure in camp while everyone else had already gone to bed, and I was told that it was your section. Did you walk away at any point? Leave your post? It’s ok if you did. I’m just trying to figure out if this has any possibility of being a real issue.”
“No, I didn’t. I’m not a child, Kane. You should punish me if I did leave my post, but I didn’t.”
“Ok, and on your rounds, did you have coverage between one a.m. and four a.m.?”
“Yeah, I had someone there the entire time. I think it was Sergeant Miller who was covering at that point. He was on call for most of the morning.”
“Ok, I’ll speak with him, but it might have no basis in the first place.”
Bellamy nods, then heads back to the eating area. Bellamy continues his day, almost forgetting about the encounter all together. He ends up helping Monty with a project for a few hours, meaning he doesn’t get to sleep until almost three that afternoon.
It’s dark by the time he gets back up. Clarke is in bed, dinner is already over, and night shift is about to start. Bellamy chats with Miller for a few minutes before Miller heads to bed. It’s only a few minutes because Miller’s been on shift for almost twelve hours straight. Bellamy starts walking around camp to wear himself out so he can get some more sleep before his shift in the morning. He makes a few laps around camp before he sees a shadowy figure near the corner of the Ark.
Bellamy cocks his head, wondering who could be out that late. Then he remembers the conversation he had with Kane that morning, and takes a step towards the figure. Before he can do anything, another figure that he didn’t see flies at him, slamming his entire body weight into Bellamy. He feels his head hit a rock before everything goes dark.
Clarke wakes up early, a weird feeling swirling in her gut. She climbs out of bed, getting ready, then heading to the infirmary. She doesn’t even make it there since one of the guards, a man that she doesn’t recognize, is actively trying to wrestle someone else to the ground. The man is screaming while the guard looks startled.
There’s blood nearby, a lot of it. However, neither of them seems to be injured, and they’re definitely not bleeding enough to cause a puddle like that. Also, once she looks closer, she can tell that the blood on the ground looks older. The guard manages to knock the man out as Clarke runs over.
“What happened?” she demands.
“I’m not sure, ma’am. I was going to sign in, and this guy jumped me. I’m going to get some rope, and ask the guard if they saw anything.”
Clarke nods numbly, wondering whose blood is on the ground. The guard comes back with rope soon.
“Ma’am, can you get Kane? The guard on shift near here was asleep, and apparently has been all night. He has no idea who the blood belongs to, and claimed that something like that would have woken him up.”
“Yeah, of course I can go get Kane.”
Clarke runs off. She brings Kane back to the spot while explaining what happened and what they know already. Kane looks angry, and a little worried by the time they get there. He heads straight to the guard station while Clarke stays back. She looks around the area, finding a few other spots of blood, and one running trail that’s a few feet away from the large spot.
“Hey, I have a blood trail!”
The guard jogs over to her.
“I’m going to follow it.”
The guard nods, slipping his gun back into his hand. He walks slightly in front as they follow the trail of blood to a currently empty section of the Ark. It’s one of the parts that gets worked in, and it’s too early for almost anyone to be awake. The blood trail stops directly in front of a door. Clarke reaches over, and presses the button to open up the door while the guard stays ready.
Someone lunches at them as soon as the door opens, and the guard fires two shots, dropping him before he can reach them. Clarke pokes her head in the room, then runs in.
“Clarke, I have to secure the room,” the guard says, following her.
She kneels down beside Bellamy, who is on the ground, still bleeding from a massive head wound. His eyes are closed, and his skin is practically white despite his normal complexion.
“Go get my mom,” Clarke says, her eyes wide.
The guard nods, running out of the room. Clarke taps Bellamy’s face.
“Bellamy, wake up. Come on, can you open your eyes for me?” she whispers, her voice and tone soft.
Bellamy doesn’t move, doesn’t respond at all.
“Come on, Bellamy.”
She looks over his head, sucking in a soft breath when she sees bone.
“Shit.”
She puts a hand under his nose and over his mouth. It takes a few seconds, but she can feel the shaky exhale against her fingers.
“Oh thank God,” she whispers, putting her head lightly against his shoulder. “You need to wake up, Bellamy.”
She still hasn’t gotten anything from Bellamy by the time her mom shows up. Clarke is holding back tears, shaking as she holds onto Bellamy’s arm.
“Get her out of here, and send Marcus back this way,” Abby says calmly.
They end up heading to Mount Weather with Bellamy, but it’s still a few hours after they get there that Clarke is able to see him. Kane and Abby are talking when she gets in there.
“Is he ok?” she whispers, not able to look at her mom.
“He’s stable.”
“Did you figure out what happened?”
“Well, somewhat. Apparently those people were people that were missing in action after the assault on Mount Weather. They were half mad off of some kind of toxin made from plants nearby. We’re still unsure of what happened between now and the last time we saw them, or how they got into camp, but we’re working on it,” Kane says, frowning deeply.
“What’s his condition?” Clarke asks, turning to Abby.
“Well, I got him patched up. We don’t know exactly what his mental state will be. We can’t even be sure that he’s going to wake up.”
Clarke sniffles, and Abby wraps her arms around her.
“We’re doing everything we can for him.”
“I know, but he was supposed to be safe in the walls.”