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Clarke was heading to Bellamy’s room, to discuss about Raven’s plan when she heard the shouting. She recognized one the voices immediately and her heart stopped. As she was running towards the voices, she could barely make out with who she was fighting this time but when she heard Lincoln’s name coming up, she knew very well who her punching bag was this time.
She reached the room as soon as Octavia punches Bellamy for the first time. For a moment they just stared at each other and so stares at them. They don’t know she is there. Bellamy’s head is turned to the side from the punch and Octavia’s shoulder are rising and falling from her heavy breathing.
When Bellamy goes to turn and say something, Octavia punched him on the other side of his face, making him turn to that side and look at her shocked. As shocked as Clarke is, because neither Bellamy nor Clarke moves from their position to stop her.
Then Octavia punches Bellamy in his stomach, making him bend forward and then she kicks his face back with her knee.
Clarke watches shocked as Bellamy falls back on the floor, with one hand holding his stomach and with the other his bleeding nose. And just for a moment he finds Clarke eyes. And that’s enough for Clarke to come out of the shock of just watching Octavia beat her brother and do something about it,
Octavia all this time had her back to Clarke; she doesn’t even know someone was watching them. So when she hears someone running behind her and wraps their arms around her, she flips out even more. With a groan, she takes some steps backwards, taking with her the person who is behind her, and slamming them hard against the nearest wall. Then with a quick move, she hit that person with her elbow and feels them lose their hold around her. When she turns around to see who it was that stopped her, she looked down where that person had fallen down and meet Clarke’s eyes.
She look at her first in confusion, then with worry and lastly with anger before she storms out of the room without saying anything else.
For Clarke everything happened too quickly to realize what it was actually going on. She didn’t realize when she started running towards Octavia or when she grabbed her from behind. And for sure she didn’t realize when she was slammed back against a wall and fell down. She should know better than attack a warrior from behind.
But now her head is pounding and she opens her eyes just for a moment to see Octavia glaring at her from above. When the girl in front of her storms out of the room, Clarke closes her eyes shut due to the pain and buries a hand in her hair, towards the back of her head. When she brings her hand back, the tips of her fingers are red with blood.
She hears a voice but she is not sure if it’s real or she imagined it. Her head is hurting like bitch and suddenly Bellamy’s blooded face appears in front of her. She has to blink several times to clear her vision.
“Clarke?” he asks and he lifts a palm to cup the side of her head, “Clarke, can you hear me?”
Clarke nods and shuts her eyes again. She opens her mouth to tell him that she is alright but instead of her voice, a groan comes out, making Bellamy’s heart break into million pieces. Then he sees blood coming from the back of her head and down her neck and collar bone and he feels sick that his sister did that to her.
“Clarke, your head. You’re bleeding.” he says and it’s stupid to just say something like this and do nothing to help her. But everything happened too quickly for him too and still can’t break from the shock of the first punch.
“‘should see your face.” Clarke manages to say between her clinched teeth and buries her hand again in her hair.
Clarke’s tone of voice brings him back to reality. She is in pain and she needs medical help. She needs Abby.
“Bellamy… I…” Clarke’s eyes slowly close and Bellamy knows this is not good.
“Hey, Clarke, no.” he says and bends her knees up towards her chest, “Don’t close your eyes.” he continues and places one arm under her knees and the other around her back, “No sleep for you today, Clarke.” he adds and with a quick thrust, he lifts both of them up. Bellamy look down to the girl in his arms, her head fell on his shoulder and the feel of the blood shocking his thin shirt makes his stomach twist. He shakes Clarke in his arms, “Clarke, open your eyes.” he asks softly, “Come on. Open your eyes for me, Clarke.”
He is surprised when Clarke actually opens her eyes halfway and looks at him. “Bellamy…”
“Shhh, don’t talk. Use your strength to keep you eyes open.” he says and his legs are taking them towards the medical without him realizing it.
Abby ordered Bellamy to wait outside while she and Jackson work on Clarke but of course he refused. They came to the agreement for him to stay in the corner of the room and watch from there so he doesn’t get in their way.
He closes his eyes just for a minute and then Jackson was in front of him, with a rag and a bowl of water in each hand. “Let me see your nose.”
“I’m fine.” he pushes him to the side so he can watch Abby bandaging Clarke’s head.
“She is alright, Bellamy.” Jackson says, “We checked her. She has a mild concussion and a wound on the back of her head but nothing else. Nothing you should worry about.” the doctor explains.
Bellamy doesn’t even look at him, he just stares where Abby and Clarke are. He opens him mouth to say thank you to Jackson when Abby turns and look at him. She gives him a small nod and immediately he hurries to Clarke’s bed.
When he reaches, he ignores everyone and just studies Clarke lying on the bed. Her eyes are closed, she is sleeping, and she has a bandage on her forehead and all around the back of her head. Her neck is cleaned up from the blood, only a red mark on her shirt reminds him of that moment of shock.
“She is okay.” Abby tells him from behind and Bellamy look at her over his shoulder for a moment and then turns back to Clarke, “But someone has to stay over the night and wake her up every few hours to make her answers some questions. Just to make sure her condition doesn’t get any worst and-”
“I will stay.” he cuts her off without even thinking about it a second time.
“This is not what I meant. I’m sure you are-”
“I’m not.” he cut her off again, “I’m okay. You are the one that needs rest. You have being working all day.” he continues.
“You have been working with Marcus all day too.” she points out.
Bellamy shakes his head, “Yeah, but this is my fault.” he argues and a moment later he feels the weight of Abby’s hand on his shoulder. He then turns again and look at Abby.
“Did you hit her?” she asks and they both know the answer so Bellamy doesn’t have to voice it, “Then it’s not your fault.”
“But if I didn’t let Octavia hit me, Clarke wouldn’t have had to stop her and Octavia wouldn’t have lashed out to her too.” he explains, a single tear threatens to come out at the thought he is the reason that Clarke is lying on a medical bed now.
Abby leans her head to the side and let her hand fall from his shoulder lower to his arm, “You couldn’t know.”
Bellamy shakes his head, “That’s doesn’t change anything. My sister, my responsibility.” he tells her and turns his attention back to his friend and most important person of his life now.
Abby's hand fall from his arms and a moment later he feels it on his back. He watches from the corner of his eyes as she places a cloth and some water on the table next to him.
“At least clean yourself.” Abby says in a low voice, “You don’t want her to wake up and see you all bloodied.”
Bellamy gives her a nod without looking at her and reaches for a chair to grab and sit next to Clarke’s bed. He hears Abby leaving as he hesitantly takes Clarke’s hand in his and gives her a squeeze.
“And Bellamy? If she gives you wrong answers or anything else weird, send someone for me.”
Bellamy swallows and looked over his shoulder again when Abby is standing by the door. “Okay.” he says and Abby gives him a smile.
“Thank you.” the older Griffin adds with a nod.
“There is nothing to thank me for. Get some rest. I’ve got her.” and with that Abby leaves the medical in the middle of the night and Bellamy is alone with a sleeping Clarke.