Author's Note: Sorry it's been a million years since I posted! I promise I'm going to wrap this up soon so you don't have to keep waiting for me!

Miller

It took three of us to hold Clarke back. Murphy had wrapped Clarke up from behind, holding her tightly against his chest, doing his best to reassure her that everything was going to be fine, that Bell would be out in just a minute. I had body blocked her from the front, and she was craning her neck over my shoulder to see everything that was going on. Nyko was holding her arms down for us, because the moment she realized what Bellamy had done she had nearly clawed Murphy's eyes out in an attempt to get past him. His face was dripping blood, and it fell on Clarke, staining her hair, her shoulders, everywhere. I knew I was going to have bruises from where she had kicked and hit me, and Murphy was favoring his ribs where she had elbowed him. Nyko served a very important purpose here: keeping Clarke from killing us in an attempt to get to Bellamy.

But even that had nothing on Octavia when she found out her brother had run into the flames. She fought four freaking Grounders and got past them. Two of them were being taken to Abby, she had hurt them so badly. The others were on their knees, reaching for her, but clearly in no shape to keep her from her goal. She had made a run for it, and I had really thought she was going to follow Bellamy to his - sorry Clarke - very likely death at this point. It wasn't until Kane outright tackled her to the ground, and Lincoln and another man I didn't know pilled on top, making it literally impossible for her to get up that she stopped fighting and just started sobbing instead. Lincoln was crooning to her in Trigedisleng and Kane was... petting her hair. Okay that was a bad description because she looked a fair bit more comforted by his actions than that phrase would suggest. Their screams were more haunting than the sounds of fires burning, or the sirens blaring. That and the knowledge that one of my best friends was probably about to die, leaving his wife, and two young children without him.

God today was a fucking shit show.

"Miller." Clarke sobbed. "Miller please, we have to go get him. We have to help him. Please. Please let me go."

"Your kids need you Clarke. I can't let you go in there."

"Don't. Don't say it like that. Like they need me cause they don't have Bell. They have him. They need him, Miller, please, please we have to-"

"We can't let you go in there, Clarke."

"He can't die Miller, please!" She screamed and cried for a minute more and my heart sank as no sign of Bellamy appeared. The seconds moved like hours and I held Clarke all the tighter waiting for the realization to hit her. It took a few minutes more but eventually, she let out a wail, unlike anything I had ever heard and her legs fell out from under her. Murphy pulled her around and hugged her, holding her up off the ground as she sobbed into his shoulder, screaming out Bellamy's name. God damn him. What the hell was he thinking? I felt a drop of water run down my cheek and I realized I was crying. God dammit, Bellamy. We couldn't do this without him!

I sank down to my knees, exhausted, and distraught, unsure of how the world could change so much in so short a time.

"Clarke!" Murphy hollered suddenly. "Clarke look!" I followed the direction of his pointing finger and turned back towards the blaze, where, emerging from the billowing black smoke, carrying something large, was Bellamy Blake.

That asshole. Clarke was out of Murphy's arms before he could stop her and she was one of the first to reach him. A few grounders took the man in Bellamy's arms from him, hurrying him off in the direction of the MedBay, and Clarke instantly wrapped herself around him.

"I'm gonna kill him for scaring us like that." I said to no one in particular.

"Always has to be the hero." Murphy replied, trying to sound grumpier than he was. "Come on. Lets go hug the bastard." As it was, no one but Clarke was going to get that close to Bellamy for the time being. The pair of them clung to each other, Clarke sobbing, Bellamy kissing her hair, her checks, the tears off her face, murmuring comfortingly into her ear. The only thing that finally made him unwrap one of his arms from Clarke was his sister, hurtling into him too. With one of his girls under each arm, he gimped away, letting her lead them towards the MedBay, followed by half a hundred people.

They only got halfway to the Bay when Bell faltered. His face twisted a bit, as if he had tasted something terrible.

"Bell?" Octavia asked, her brow furrowing. "What's wrong?"

"I... I..." He inhaled sharply and clutched his chest, his cheeks flushing a deep red, suddenly sinking to his knees.

"No." I heard Clarke scream. "MILLER!" She screeched. "GET MY MOM." I raced off and all but pulled Dr Griffin off another patient without saying a word. She clearly trusted me enough to follow my lead, and allowed me to drag her back towards the group amassed around where Bellamy had fallen to his knees. I didn't know what was going on, but I knew enough to trust the panic that had been in Clarke's voice. We pushed through the crowd and made it to his side just in time to see Clarke using every ounce of strength she had, pounding up and down on his chest, giving his lifeless body CPR.

"Oh my God, Clarke." Dr. Griffin sunk to her knees beside her daughter. "What happened?"

"Smoke inhalation. Heart attack." Clarke breathed out between beats. "I... Mom I don't know how to save him." She was panting now, sweat rolling down her cheeks. "Please. You have to save him."