A/N: This is already complete, I'm just editing it to post it. It should be posted to completion over the next couple of weeks. It totals around 12,000 words, but may end up a little more after edits. Some chapters are very short, some are longer.

Bellamy's lungs were burning and his throat was aching. His legs felt like they were going to give out any moment but still he ran, stumbling and scrambling as he tried to make it back to the drop ship before his body gave up on him.

He'd barely made it out of their camp, they were going to kill him for his escape attempt (not attempt. Success. His escape success) and oh god what were they going to do to—

He crashed into camp, bouncing off two walls and Jasper before he finally came to a halt in front of someone he could barely see for his blurred vision. It was his voice he identified as Raven as she said, "Bellamy?"

"They took Clarke!" His voice rasped around a wheeze and he wasn't sure his words were even understandable, let alone coming out in the right order. His suspicions were confirmed when a very confused and Raven pressed a water skin to his lips and he drank in desperation until it was empty, then shoved it away, far more violent than he intended to be. "They took Clarke," he repeated.

"Who?" she said. "Who took Clarke?"

He felt like shaking her and screaming because what kind of stupid question was that but he'd used up all his energy on the run back and instead he bent double, hands on his knees, panting, gasping and wheezing at the ground beneath his feet. "The grounders! They— it—" A wave of dizziness overwhelmed him and he staggered forwards, stumbling and then crashing to the floor, rolling onto his side.

"Bellamy, are you hurt?!" That felt like a dumb question somehow.

"Uhh..." He rolled onto his back, which caused a jolt of agony and a snapping sound he was pretty sure was a bad thing. Within seconds, Raven was shouting at the top of her lungs.

"You... Did you run all the... You've been shot!" She rolled him onto his front, one hand pressing to the wound he'd opened up further with his movements and the other holding him still.

"They took Clarke," he gasped, like that was an explanation for being shot and running all the way back from a grounder camp with no water and no breaks. "They took—" His vision went black but he could still hear Raven talking, and then Chancellor Griffin's voice shouting about needing to get the arrow out. She was okay, that was good. Clarke would be so—

Wait.

Oh, no.

He shouted in agony as the arrow was snapped again and yanked from his gut with a skilled hand, and he fought to not cry in pain as he was put on a stretcher. His vision was still black and he went deaf next to match it as unconsciousness rescued him from his pain.