This is a modern bellarke au, inspired by an anonymous prompt! Enjoy!
The wheels squeaking as the cart was pushed along a hallway. Bellamy Blake was a janitor, at a hospital. And yeah that's about as glorious as it sounds. Glancing around slyly he slipped into a supplies closet and then cursed. He needed to find more of the Hydroxyurea and fast. Octavia needed more soon, the less she was in the hospital the better it was for all of them. Octavia was his younger sister, she was only fifteen. She had been born with sickle cell anemia and has been in an out of hospitals her whole life. Bellamy, who was twenty had gotten a job as janitor at the local hospital. It had been a few weeks since they had come to live with their father. Their mother had been killed in a freak accident at the factory she had worked at. It was hard for both of them, but Bellamy knew Octavia was really suffering, because of the anemia she hadn't been able to make a lot of friends, she had lots of trouble getting along with others. Octavia had depended on their mother for a lot, and now she was gone. So they had come to live with their drunk of a father. Well, his father, which was a whole other problem. Octavia, didn't have the same father as he did. Which for a regular person wouldn't be a problem, they could just pretend, and his father would never find out. However, a child can only inherit sickle cell anemia if both parents have the gene. His father, did not have the gene. So they had to keep it hidden from him. Which was ridiculously hard to do. And well his father was drunk, and not coherent most of the time, if Octavia was hospitalized he would notice. Then when he found out that Octavia wasn't actually his he would kick them both out. In fact the only reason they were allowed to stay with him at all was that Bellamy was working and some of the money would go to him. They were barely able to pay for the food they needed, let alone expensive medicines and hospital treatments. If he could have Bellamy would have gotten a better job an apartment and taken Octavia with him. But he can't at least not yet. He would never be able to make enough money to cover an apartment and everything else, and he also couldn't apply for legal guardianship of Octavia until he was twenty one. So in a nutshell he was screwed over in every which way.
He made his way around the closet searching for the right drug. Not only was what he was doing illegal, but it was also unfortunately dangerous for Octavia. While in her hometown she had been on the medicine, but it was supposed to be closely monitored by a doctor to ensure safety and to minimize side effects. Here, they had no choice. Bellamy was hopeful that this would at least work for a few months and then by then he could apply for guardianship and get her the hell out of this small town and make enough money to support them, legally. Finally finding the container of pills he slipped it into one of his pockets on the uniform and headed out of the closet, and back to the cart. Walking down the other end of the hall was a taller woman with blonde hair, looking to be about his age, watching him suspiciously.
"What were you doing in there?" She asks accusingly. Her small heels tapping against the cold hard tile floor as she approached.
Internally Bellamy is freaking out, she finds out, it's done and over. Externally he puts on calm facade and dead pans at her.
"What do you think I was doing in there? I am a janitor. Obviously I was cleaning." He says convincingly.
"You were cleaning the supply closet." She states clearly skeptical.
"I don't know maybe you live in castle and are used to being treated like a princess, but no rooms clean themselves, not even closets." Bellamy says smirking at her. If he can piss her off enough, she might get distracted and let it go.
"I do not, live in castle you arrogant prick, just because I'm not a janitor, doesn't mean that I am royalty." She says condescendingly.
"Okay princess," He says, trying not to let the janitor comment bother him. He was doing this for Octavia. It didn't matter what anyone else thought. "Well, I have other rooms to get to, so if you will excuse me." He finished and then quickly pushed the cart away, heading to another section of the hospital, as far away from her as possible.
Opening the door to the small house he slipped inside and went to find Octavia. He saw his father passed out drunk on the couch, nothing out the ordinary there. He went upstairs to find Octavia. She was laying across her bed, working on what looked like homework. He tapped on the door before coming in.
"Hey, how are you doing?" He asked her. She heaved a sigh and then flopped around to face him.
"I'm okay, I was a little nauseous earlier, but that's normal." Octavia said, brushing her hair out of her face.
"How was your day otherwise then?" Bellamy asked her sitting down on the edge of her bed.
"It was fine, well except, they assigned us a group project in science. I didn't really know anyone in that class, so I was just put in some kids group, and they clearly weren't happy to have me joining them. And worse, it has to be done completely out of school." Octavia said.
"Well, maybe these kids will be such geeks and will want to do the project by themselves?" He asked her, trying to cheer her up.
"Geeks, yes, the one kid wears these ridiculous looking goggles and the other kid kept spouting off random facts. However everyone is responsible for their own part of the project and it's going to have to be presented with everyone in it." She said. "And where are we going to work? I can't bring them here, even though that would be better for me. If they invite me over, I won't have anyway to get there if you have work, and what am I going to do?"
"Hey, hey, hey. It will be fine. I'm sure I could talk to the parents of these kids and see if they could give you a ride if I can't. And I always have my cellphone on me, if anything goes wrong, you call me or call 911. You know that right?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Thanks, Bell. But I thought we needed to keep it a secret?" She asked slightly confused.
"We need to keep a secret from him. And as long as he continues to be a drunk and not do anything, we should be fine. But we will definitely have to tell their parents. If something goes wrong they need to know what to do. Your health comes first always. If I am not here and you have an attack you call 911 right away. If your life is at stake nothing else matters. That is what you take care of first. You got it?" Bellamy questions strictly.
"Yeah, I got it. I will be fine, but I am running out of the Hydroxyurea, I am going to need some soon. I know we can't go the doctor or get any prescriptions without him. But I am going to need some soon." Octavia says quietly and little nervous, how are they going to do this?
"That reminds me," Bellamy says with a small smile. "I got these today." He pulls the container out of his pocket. It's the right amount of grams and everything. You should be okay for a while longer now." Octavia grasps the pills in her hand. She had been really worried but didn't want to tell Bellamy because he was doing everything he could and so much more.
"But, how?" She asks, part of her knowing she probably didn't really want to know.
"Lets not worry about the small things now." He says. "All that matters is that you have them now, okay and maybe you should put those pills into your other container? So that it has your name on it?"
"Yeah sure, I got it." Octavia said, but still a little worried, but putting the pills into the container that she had now, that was legally prescribed to her made her feel a bit better.
Clarke Griffin had a been an intern at the local hospital for a a few months now, and she loved it. She got to actually help people instead of sitting in a classroom and taking notes. And yet in all her months of being here, she had not once, ever seen a janitor clean the medical supplies closet, it was where they kept a large stock of their antibiotic and drugs. So what had he really been doing in there? She decided that when her shift was over she would head down and check to make sure he hadn't taken anything. He certainly looked out of place to begin with, why would someone around her age, take a position as a janitor? Maybe he had this job while he was going to school? She decided to find out more later.
After taking inventory of the closet the only thing that appeared to be missing, was Hydroxyurea, which was used to treat cancers and blood disorders. It couldn't be used to get high and Clarke wanted to chalk it up to an accounting error. But what if it wasn't? What if that janitor had taken it? It was a dangerous drug if it wasn't being used for exactly what it was prescribed for. What if he was going to sell it or use it on himself? It could kill him or someone else. Clarke decided she would find him tomorrow and confront him about it.
Let me know what you thought! I really like this idea and definitely plan to continue it! What would you like to see in the next installment? Jasper, Monty and Octavia working together? Or Clarke confronting Bellamy? Maybe some other characters introduced? Let me know! And thanks again to the anon for this idea!