Chapter 4
Hi everyone! Well , here is a new chapter for you. Please don´t judge it too much because of eventual flaws concerning my knowledge of the medical stuff. Anyways, hope you´ll enjoy it the way it is ;)
Bellamy´s POV
The moment he opened his eyes he knew there was something wrong with him. He felt lost, disoriented. A throbbing headache overshadowed all of his other senses and he felt sick to the stomach. It took him some time to adjust to his condition. Where the hell was he anyway? And who were all those people around him? Their apparently worried gazes were some kind of creepy. He just wanted some time alone.
There was this girl above his face. He was almost sure he´d seen her somewhere before. She had hugged him and he didn´t even know her name. Or couldn´t remember it. What the hell had happened?
The girl gave him water. And he would have appreciated that, really, but he just wanted to throw up so badly.
He also knew his name now. Bellamy. Not the best choice of a name, he thought. Well, it´s not that. He just didn´t feel like a guy who´s name was Bellamy. Hell, he didn´t even know ANYTHING about himself.
Or about the girl who claimed to be his sister. Octavia. He could see she cared about him, a lot. That is why she tried to pull off his shirt that was dirty from all the puking back in the yard. And that was exactly when he snapped. Overreacted. All those people ... they were strangers to him. And all of them wanted to touch him, to hug him and they expected him to be the person he apparently used to be once ... he used to be their Bellamy. But for him it was just to much. Too personal.
"G-go aw-waay!"
Both he and Octavia winced. Suddenly he became aware of how difficult it was for him to speak. No, it wasn´t happening. It couldn´t be. He had to try again.
"Pl-please st-stay aw-way. I´ll d-do it m-myself"
He fell silent. It´ll pass ... just an after-effect of whatever the hell has happened, he thought. In the next moment he began to remove his dirty shirt all by himself. Well he tried to ... but he couldn´t. It was as though his entire left side from the shoulder on was paralyzed.
It was bad. He knew it now. Tears of frustration begann to form in his eyes. And it made everything even worse to see the same panic on Octavias face and something else ... pity?
She took a shaky breath and went to Bellamy. She once again tried to pull off his shirt.
"N-nooo!", he growled. He wouldn´t let anyone help him. He didn´t need their pity.
But the shirt was already off.
In the next second the blonde girl from before reemerged in the tent. Clarke.
"What´s wrong?"
Bellamy, who was lying bareback in his - Clarke´s- bed now, averted his gaze and fixed it stubbornly upon the ceiling. He found out that ignoring everybody was still his best option to escape this world ...
Yeah, I know, this chapter is a short one again. I just wanted to write down the few little ideas I still had for now, but I promise there´s gonna be some big action soon ;)
