Chapter 10

Bellamy stood there, holding Clarke against the tree unable to look at her.

"Bellamy" she begged and he couldn't resist he had to meet her eyes. "Please."

It was a quiet plea, so softly spoken that if anyone were nearby they surely couldn't have heard it. But it cut through Bellamy's ears. He knew what she was begging for and he wasn't going to give in. His eyes shot away from hers, but his arms still held her in place.

"I can't go back there" she cried, her knees buckling under her and she crumbled to the floor. She pulled her knees to her chest and buried her head in them. Bellamy knelt in front of her and placed a hand on her shoulder. He didn't offer her any words this time. There were a million things he wanted to say, but he didn't. Instead, he sat there with her listening to her hushed cries.

Another hour had passed and he heard someone approaching them on his left. He looked over his shoulder and saw Abby and Raven. His eyes darted to Ravens silently communicating with her. Raven nodded and whispered to Abby, "just give her the sedative. You can talk later."

Abby's face was full of concern for her daughter, but Raven briefed her on Clarke's condition on the way out here. Abby swallowed her motherly worries and walked to Clarke as quietly as possible. She looked down at Bellamy when she arrived at them; he looked down and away as if to apologize. Abby pulled the syringe from her pocket and kneeled beside Clarke.

Bellamy gently glided his hand from Clarkes shoulder to her arm, pulling the sleeve of her shirt up revealing the skin on her upper arm. Abby looked at him again, as if to confirm that this had to be done. He gave her a nod and she swiftly poked Clarke with the needle injecting the sedative into her system. Clarkes arm swung out from the sting of the needle. Her head flew up and she saw Abby. She scrambled to her feet, but Bellamy's strong hand held her down. She made a few attempts, but his grasp was unbreakable. The more she moved, the faster the sedative took effect and soon she was sliding to the forest floor.

Bellamy bent down and scooped her into his arms. Carrying her toward the stretcher that Lincoln and Raven were holding. This time when they continued on, he remained beside the stretcher. His eyes caught Monty's as they entered the camp, "I guess I have you to thank for that" he accused. Monty looked back at him unapologetically. Bellamy scoffed and followed the stretcher.

"It's Clarke! It's Clarke!" the surviving 100 were clamoring towards their lost leader excitedly.

"Is she okay?"

"Where has she been?"

"Where did you find her?"

The questions encircled them, smothering them. Bellamy felt the air around him grow thin and his breathing became ragged. He looked to Abby; he looked up at her like a lost boy waiting for directions.

"Back up everyone, you will all have time with her when she heals. But for now, she needs medical attention. Go back to your duties" she comforted the crowd. Bellamy gave her a grateful look in return.

He carried Clarke from the entrance of the Arc into the medical bay, laying her on a bed.

"Okay, where are her injuries," Abby asked as she and her assistant gathered the usual supplies. She came and stood across from Bellamy beside Clarke. He was leaning on his hands that were outstretched on the bed beside Clarke. He looked up at her with his tired eyes, "everywhere".

Abby looked confused for a moment then her gaze dropped down to Clarke. Bellamy could see her battling her professional side with the side of her that wanted nothing more than to pull Clarke into her arms and hold onto her forever. It took her a while to compose herself, but she did.

"You should wait outside," she told Bellamy. His face hardened and every inch of it read "fuck off."

"I need to undress her to see the extent of her injuries" she pushed.

His head cocked to the side and he sat in a chair beside the bed, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest staring back at her. Daring her.

"Fine, I don't have time for this" she huffed and her and her assistant got to work pulling the clothes off of Clarke. Bellamy watched Abby as she discovered another bruise or cut with each inch of skin revealed to them. Abby continued to look from the new area to Clarkes face until she couldn't associate the injuries with her daughter anymore and stopped looking to Clarke's face. It took her hours to assess Clarke's injuries and treat them. Bellamy never moved from his spot.

Eventually, Abby finished, she turned to Bellamy as her assistant moved to clean their mess.

"What happened to my daughter?" she demanded.

Bellamy looked up at her. His mind filled with indecision. She needs to know….if she's going to fix her she needs to know he thought to himself.

"We found her chained up in Mount Weather, Emerson had been torturing her," he said, not willing to unleash the entire truth on her just yet.

Abby's eyes went back to Clarke, and she sat beside her on the bed pulling her hand into hers. She wasn't even attempting to fight back the tears that filled her eyes.

"Did you kill him?" she asked in a throaty voice. Bellamy shook his head.

But at that moment, his body froze as he had a revelation.

Abby can't help her.

Abby had never actually taken a life. Yes, she played a part in her husband's execution, but she never watched someone's life fade out of them at her hands. There's no way she would be able to comprehend the immense repercussions of such an act.