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"I'm closing that door."
"Wait! We've still got people out there. Bellamy is not back yet."
Clarke ran outside the dropship, looking for Bellamy. She saw him, fighting with Tristan. As strong as Bellamy was, Tristan was huge, and she suspected trained to fight from childhood. Bellamy was taking heavy hits.
"He's killing him," Clarke's voice was faint, anguished. She couldn't lose Bellamy, not after everything they'd been through. Finn ran to help Bellamy, Clarke called out after him, worried about losing him as well but also grateful to him for running to help Bellamy. Suddenly it hit her that she was at least as worried about Bellamy as she was about Finn. No, more. The realization that she felt so strongly for Bellamy hit her so hard that she was in a daze as she went back into the dropship after being repeatedly urged to do so by Miller. Bellamy…
She was about to close the door to the dropship when Bellamy and Finn ran inside. Finn was relatively unscathed, but Bellamy was injured and covered in blood, a lot of it his own. Without thinking, Clarke threw her arms around him, clutching him tightly to her. She stepped back when she heard Bellamy groan in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks, blood all over her as well now. His blood.
"I thought I lost you," her whisper was barely audible. He placed his injured and bloody hands on her shoulders and looked deeply into her eyes. "Never." Bellamy said.
The shouts of the others brought Clarke back to reality, and she closed the dropship door. Then she turned to look at Finn.
"Thank you," she said to Finn. He nodded.
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