a/n: SPOILERS FOR 2.09! If you want to listen to Prosthetic Love by Typhoon it will definitely enhance the Bellarke sadness.
It was at that specific moment that Clarke realized it was, in fact, not worth it.
Bellamy's huge body was slung over Lincoln's shoulder, his bare back covered in deep (scratches weren't the right word) gashes. His eyes were closed, but one had a huge bluish bruise surrounding it. His face, which had just begun to properly heal, was now covered in fresh marks, some dried over, some still seeping blood.
Clarke's heart had stopped. She could swear it had. She had seen Bellamy beaten and broken, had been there when his world was falling apart, when he'd called himself a monster. But she had never seen him like this.
Everyone was rushing about, the 48 and the Grounders had made it out of Mount Wether, but now there injuries to attend to, and chaos was ensuing.
As one of the only people trained in medicine, it was expected that Clarke would help, but she couldn't seem to move.
The only thing she could think about was Bellamy's face as she'd told him to go, told him that it was worth risking his life to get into Mount Wether.
Love is weakness. Well, she had given up on love and she was still utterly, completely weak. She couldn't even make her fucking legs move.
Clarke had lost so many people in her young life, her father, Wells, Finn. She'd never wanted to feel the pain of loss again, but she realized at that precise moment that she was too weak not to care and too strong to give up on the ones she loved.
Love may be a weakness, but Clarke decided that it would not be her weakness.
a/n: I had to write this. Oh my god, I was so mad at the end of the episode. I wanted to throw up I was so mad. CONGRATULATIONS CLARKE YOU HAVE SUCCEEDED IN BREAKING TWO HEARTS. BELLAMY'S. . . AND MINE!