Bellamy lifted himself away from Clarke and reached for his pack. He began to bandage the injury on Clarke's leg. All she could do was watch him, watch him touch her as he applied first aid.

"What happened in there?"

Bellamy was curious as to what happened when he had left her.

"We were on our way out when I saw Cage in the control room."

"And you decided to pick a fight?"

"Something like that."

"This wound is a bit deep. You'll have to get this stitched up back at camp."

"Look who's the doctor now."

Clarke had a small smile on her face as she was trying to lighten the mood but something was bothering Bellamy.

"Hey."

Clarke reached for Bellamy's hand as he was tying off the bandage he had just applied to her leg. He looked up at her.

"I'm here now it's okay."

Clarke knew he was upset about something.

"That's not the point Clarke."

He was slightly irritated.

"You were the one who said I should be strong."

"Yes I did, but I didn't mean put yourself in a position where you could get yourself killed. You nearly died today and...the point is Clarke, I'm not strong enough to lose you. Please don't do that again."

"Okay, I'm sorry."

Clarke was slightly ashamed she made Bellamy feel like that. Bellamy rose to his feet and pulled Clarke up on hers. She could now feel the pain of the cut on her leg. She squished her face in sync with the pain that had suddenly registered with her brain.

"You okay?"

Bellamy knew she was in pain, although she was trying to hide it.

"Yeah."

Clarke started to move back towards the doors that once was an entrance to Mount Weather. She didn't get far, the adrenaline that had hidden the pain had disappeared, and she could feel her leg give way.

"No you're not."

Bellamy caught her by the waist and lifted her arm over his neck to help her walk the distance. No one had dared to move and see the damage of what the Dam had done. Bellamy and Clarke moved closer to what had been washed out. The were searching through the wreckage. Clarke let go of Bellamy's hold. She hobbled over to the body that lay soaking wet in the middle of the open field. Dante had the same look on his face when he realised Lexa was driving her sword through his body. Clarke couldn't look at it any longer. As she looked up she froze as she heard a gunshot. For a second she thought she had been shot. But as she turned around her adrenaline had kicked back in.

"BELLAMY!"

Clarke screamed at his body that lay on the ground. Cage had shot him. Clarke's mind was racing; she was wondering how anybody would have survived that amount of water. She didn't hesitate when she started to run over to Bellamy to stop the bleeding. She could hear Octavia screaming for her brother from the tree line. Another shot was fired. Clarke looked up to see her mother running towards her, she was the one who fired the second shot that killed Cage. Clarke's adrenaline was racing through her body when she saw the amount of blood Bellamy was releasing. He was still conscious and she needed him to stay like that.

"You're okay, you're going to be okay."

Clarke's voice was shaky.

"MOM!"

Clarke wanted her Mom to help save him.

"I'm here, move we need to get him back to camp!"

Abby took over the situation.

"Mom?"

Clarke was worried they weren't going to make it back in time.

"Bellamy!"

Octavia's eyes were red from her sudden crying. She was getting in the way of Abby who was trying to stop the bleeding, long enough for them to reach Camp Jaha and onto the operating table. Lincoln was trying to rip her away from her brother so Abby could do what she had to. Clarke, whose hands were filled in blood, just stood there in shock, until she felt arms wrap around her body. Jasper was comforting her. By that time she had noticed that everyone who was once hiding in the trees was now surrounding them. Octavia was hysterically crying in Lincoln's arms. Clarke was just staring in shock. Horses arrived to take him. Lexa had given them her own horse, the fastest out of the herd. Lincoln jumped on one horse and reached for Bellamy's body. Abby jumped on the other.

"Clarke I want you to go with him."

Octavia lunged for a hug; she had quietened down but had strict orders for Clarke. Abby agreed and reached for her daughter's hand to mount the horse.