State of Unconsciousness - RebellPrincess

A/N: Hey :) Here's my first bellarke au. Please let me know what you think!

PM me if you want a specific character/ship for my next story. I haven't decided if it's going to be a oneshot or another chapter story.

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6:45. Clarke's head rested in her hand as she stared glumly at the cold pasta. For the sixth time that month, Bellamy had been late for dinner. Clarke gave him 5 extra chances, which was 5 chances too many but tonight was the last straw. She had worked too hard on the preparation and cooking of these 'special' dinners for him to never make it over in time.

6:51, there's a knock on the door. Clarke's heart didn't race, like it normally did. She didn't look down to fix her dress or fix her hair, like she usually did. She didn't make sure everything was in place for him, like she usually did. She just opened the door and waited to see what excuse he could come up with this time.

The first time, it was traffic, which was believable since there had been a falling tree on the major road by Clarke's apartment. The second time, it was a storm. The weather had been unsafe to drive in so he waited until it cleared. The third time, he was held up at work, which could've been true but Clarke never looked too much into it. The fourth time, he brought flowers and said it took an especially long time to put together the bouquet, which Clarke knew from past experiences that the bouquets were always ready and it only took a matter of seconds to choose and buy one.

Bellamy's tall, muscular form was leaning against the doorframe. "Hey, Princess." He grinned, running his hand through his wet hair.

"You're late." Clarke stated, adding no expression to her voice.

"I know and I am so sorry. I have a report coming up for school and I lost track of time." He smiled apologetically. "The rain made the roads slippery so I couldn't race over here like I normally do."

"Like you normally do?" Her voice rose. "Normally, you show up an hour late with a lame excuse. Normally, I just microwave the food I spent all day preparing and making sure it's all perfect. Normally, I let it slide because I am trying so fricking hard to make this relationship work, but I don't have it in me anymore!" Clarke's voice was shrill, she's never heard it like that before.

Bellamy's grin faded. "I said I was– wait. What do you mean you try to make it work? A relationship takes effort, Clarke."

"Not this much effort! This is the fifth time you've been late for our anniversary dinner. I don't even know why we're celebrating three months anyway. I think this whole thing," Clarke motioned back and forth between their bodies. "Just isn't working anymore."

Bellamy stood silent for a moment. "We've known each other for years. We weren't celebrating the three months I've been waiting for. We were just celebrating the fact that my sister finally got us together, because it was what we both wanted."

"Well, if I had known being involved with you romantically would involve me waiting around all the time, I wouldn't have bothered." Clarke immediately regretted the words once they left her mouth, but didn't take them back.

Bellamy looked like he had just been stabbed in the stomach. He shook his head, drops of water falling to the floor. "You don't mean that, Clarke. Let me come in. We can talk about this inside, maybe over dinner? Even microwaved, it always tastes amazing."

"No, Bell. I don't think that's a good idea." Clarke stated, looking directly up into his eyes. "I think we need to take a break."

He looked as if the knife was being twisted. "Clarke, I love you. I really do. If you knew how hectic things were at work and school, you would understand. This is just one of our silly arguments."

Clarke looked away from his sad eyes. Her mind was made up. "I'm sorry, Bell. I just need some time."

Bellamy opened his mouth to protest, but she shut the door. She waited to hear he left before going to clean up the ruined dinner.

After everything was put away, Clarke sat down with her bowl of pasta and turned on the TV, flicking through channels. The weight on her heart hadn't lessened, but she knew the break was only temporary. Once she found her cool and once Bellamy became more responsible, she would take him back with ecstatic open arms.

Her cell phone rang, filling the apartment with loud rings. The caller ID said 'Octavia', no doubt to give Clarke the third degree on breaking up with her brother.

"Hey, O." She said calmly.

"Clarke, there's been an accident. Bell, he's… not okay. We're at the hospital."

"Octavia? What happened?" Clarke's heart stopped.

There was rustling on the other end and then, "Doctor's coming, I have to go. Please hurry."

Click.

Clarke sat in the waiting room with Octavia, both girls in panic.

"What did the doctor say, exactly?" Clarke asked the other girl, trying and failing to keep her voice steady.

"Bellamy was driving home, I guess, and it was raining and his car skidded into the other lane and hit a truck." This sent a fresh wave of tears running down her face. "There was a lot of blood… Bell lost a lot of blood. Oh god." She put her face in her hands.

Clarke sat perfectly still, still in shock from the damage she had seen on Bellamy's car. "But he's going to be okay." She asked, but it was more a statement, whether to comfort her of Octavia she didn't know.

A young man in a white doctor's coat came into the waiting room. He approached the two girls. "Hello girls. My name is Jackson Arc and I'm the doctor overseeing your brother while he's with us."

Octavia nodded, tears still streaming down her face. "He's my brother, but he's her boyfriend." She motioned to Clarke.

Guilt consumed the blonde. "Actually, he's my ex-boyfriend right now." She refused to look at Octavia's face.

"Whatever the case, Mr. Blake has very serious problems concerning his brain. He's lost a lot of blood, but the majority of his bleeding was inside his head." Dr. Jackson Arc continued. "While he's unconscious now, we're afraid he might slip into a coma from the severe bleeding his brain has had to undergo."

Now, Clarke started to cry. "But he's going to be okay, right? Tell me he's going to be okay."

The doctor smiled sadly. "I'm sorry, miss…"

"Clarke Griffin."

"Miss Griffin. We aren't sure of his conditions right now. They are pretty serious."

Clarke's chest pained. "My mother is Abby Griffin. She's one of the top doctors at this hospital. I want her on Bellamy's team. Please, she's the only one I trust to do everything she can."

"Look, your mother is a fine doctor but she's already on several patient's care teams. We can't–"

Octavia shook her head. "My brother might go into a coma, and you're telling me you can't put the best doctor we know on his team?" Her voice rose higher, until it was a scream.

Dr. Jackson Arc looked uncomfortable for a moment, but then his pager beeped and he excused himself and left.

Uncomfortable moments of silence passed, then Octavia spoke. "What do you mean ex-boyfriend?"

Clarke, whose face was soaked with tears, turned to Octavia. "It was a stupid fight. You know us. Oh god, O. The last thing I said to him was that I wished we never started dating. I didn't even mean it. I would never mean something like that. This is all my fault."

"It's not your fault, Clarke." Octavia responded, but said nothing more.

The two girls sat in silence for a long time, dozing off here and there but mostly they worried.

A nurse who looked to be in her mid-50s came out to greet them. "Mr. Blake is in room 319. You may visit him now."

Clarke couldn't help but feel relief. She'd be able to apologize, to take her cruel words back, to make it right again. "He's okay?" A sense of security and safety filled the room.

The nurse looked at them tiredly. "The blood in his brain was tremendous. It was quite a tiring night for all of us but, as of now, yes. Mr. Blake is okay. He did, however, slip into hopefully a short-term state of unconsciousness, a coma, earlier this morning. Didn't someone come and tell you?"

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