Chapter 37 Infection

Bellamy pulled himself away from her embrace and looked at her. He looked over to Abby. "I'm sorry I got angry," he said softly. "I shouldn't have snapped at you."

Abby just smiled. "It's okay, you're tired," she said. "And you're probably starving. When was the last time you had something to eat?"

"I don't remember," he mumbled as he slipped down from the medical bays bed. Clarke stepped back allowing him his space. He stumbled. Clarke and Abby were by his side in an instant.

Suddenly Bellamy's eyes grew wide and full of fear, as he looked at Clarke. "Clarke?" he said, as he grabbed his head, the pounding was excruciating as he fell to his knees. The two women were by his side. "Bellamy," shouted Clarke.

He screamed in pain as he clutched his head and balled his body forward. He reached out a hand forward splaying his fingers wide then gripping them into fists as he screamed in sheer agony. "Make it stop, Oh God please!" he screamed, finally just animalistic screams.

"Mom, what is it?" Clarke shouted at Abby as she looked from her mother to Bellamy. "Do something!" she begged.

Abby's eyes darted from Clarke to Bellamy then off to the side and back to Bellamy again, as she tried to think. She shook her head. "I don't know, a concussion shouldn't be this severe, there has to be something else," she said.

Bellamy's screams continued, as he fell to his side and into the fetal position, still clutching his head. His knees were drawn into his chest. His pain was unbearable. He squeezed his eyes shut as he screamed and the clenching his teeth, in agony.

"Give him something," screamed Clarke.

"Clarke if I give him anything and he has a concussion, he could go into an irreversible coma. I can't take that risk," shouted Abby.

Bellamy's screams echoed through the corridors. Marcus and the others came running in.

Bellamy tried crawling away, as if he could escape the pain in his head while he cried out in pain.

Clarke tried to comfort him, but it was as if her slightest touch brought on more pain. She backed away feeling helpless.

"Bellamy, what's going on with him?" Marcus directed his question frantically towards Abby, as he reached down towards Bellamy.

"Clarke" shouted Raven, "What happening?" The delinquents stood back, not knowing what to do, feeling helpless, as they stared in shock.

Elow sat in the corner, taking in the show. She was interested in the sky people and took in as much as she could. She was unfeeling towards Bellamy's pain, but very interested in watching Abby and the others. She took note at the emotional side of the sky people. It was their weakness.

Bellamy finally got quiet, his body went limp. He had passed out from the pain. "Bellamy," shouted Clarke, as she rolled him over onto his back.

Abby pulled open eyelids checking his pupils, but gasped when she saw the red. His eyes balls were solid red from the blood vessels that had burst in them. It looked like something from a horror movie. Suddenly his body began to convulse, his eyes half opened as his pupils rolled back and all you saw was red orbs. His back arched and his limbs jerked. Blood was running from his nose.

"Do something," Monty screamed helplessly looking down at them.

"He's burning up," Clarke shouted. "Get us cold water," she yelled.

Miller and Monty took off running towards the well outside.

"Abby," Marcus began. "What is it?"

"It's like the fever," said Clarke.

"What are you talking about?" asked Abby.

"When we first landed, the grounders infected us with a sort of bleeding fever," Clarke said," but this is different, the pain he was having, we didn't get that or the eyes, it's like it's all concentrated in his head," she said in horror.

"Look for a bite, or a red mark, anything" Abby suddenly said as they began stripping Bellamy from his clothes. "One minute he's fine, the next this. It doesn't make sense," she said.

Clarke was looking along his hairline and around his ears, she moved down to his neck and shoulders, when suddenly she stopped. "I think I found something," she said.

Abby and Marcus came up and looked at the spot Clarke found. It was just under his right armpit. It was a red circle with a black center about an inch across. "Is it a bite?" asked Clarke as she looked at her mother.

"It's hard to tell. It almost looks like an injection," she said.

Raven was instantly on Elow. "What did you do?" she yelled as she accused the grounder. Elow had been sitting and watching quietly from her corner.

"Raven," said Marcus, as he reached for her, stopping Raven from attacking the grounder.

Elow sat without saying anything.

"Did your people do this?" asked Marcus. "Please tell us this wasn't you"

Elow just glared at him, she wore a smirk, one that told Marcus the truth.

Miller and Monty returned with a bucket of cool water. Abby looked at the boys, "Help us get his on the bed," she said.

"Clarke," the horse low pitched voice of Roan spoke. "Roan," said Clarke as she turned to see the grounder was awake and slowly trying to sit up.

"What's going on?" he asked her. "Is it Bellamy?"

"What did your people do to him?" she cried.

"What do you mean? What's wrong with him?" he asked her as he strained his neck to look in Bellamy's direction. He saw Abby trying desperately to cool him down with a cloth as he continued to convulse.

"He was fine earlier, then all of a sudden he screamed in pain," she cried, "He's dying… someone injected him with something, It was your people," she screamed. "Help him, please," she cried and begged.

"King Roan, please don't do this," said Marcus, he was pleading with the king.

"He saved you," yelled Raven, "Do something,"

Roan glared at Elow. "Why, why did you allow this to happen?" he yelled his teeth clenched in anger.

Elow was immediately at Roans side. "He came here with you half dead. What did you expect, he almost got you killed, he's lucky we didn't kill him out right." She snarled.

"Tell me you can fix this," Clarke cried.

"Chabba juice," Roan said grimly. Then he looked at Elow "give em the antidote nau!" shouted Roan.

The grounder walked to him and pulled out her pouch. She opened it up and pulled out a vile with yellow liquid. She poured it into his mouth.

Clarke shoved her aside, and put her hands onto Bellamy's cheeks looking for any change, as he still trembled . Suddenly he stopped breathing, "Mom, he's not breathing," she screamed.

Clarke began giving him chest compressions as tears streamed down her face. "Please don't do this," she cried.

Finally Abby took over. Clarke covered his mouth with hers as she gave him a breath. Abby continued with the compressions.

Miller stood staring as Bryan wrapped his arm around him. Monty was breathing hard, not believing what was happening.

Murphy turned away, he and Bellamy were always at odds, but still held an understanding with him now. He rubbed his forehead not wanting to watch his friend die. His friend; Murphy thought it was odd he felt this way, he finally felt like he had his friend back and now he was losing him again. He couldn't afford this. He didn't have enough friends in his life. "Do something damn it," he finally yelled at Roan. "He saved you're life. I mean, what the hell, this is how you repay him!"

"He's breathing again," said Clarke as she checked his pulse.

"This is your fault," Raven screamed at Elow as she went for the grounder. Elow backed up before pulling her blade.

Marcus was there instantly between them. "You need to go ," he told Elow. But the grounder stood there not moving. It was her duty to stand watch over Roan.

Marcus looked at Roan.

"Go, en yu'd better pray Belomi lives" Roan said to Elow.

Elow walked out.

"Does he have a chance?" asked Marcus.

"Chabba berry juice is deadly, once it hits, it's usually too late," he said. "We don't try to save our people after like that," he said as he nodded towards Bellamy, and the chest compressions.

"Why would they do that to him?" Monty asked. "He rode for days bringing you back to save your life. How could your people be so cruel?"

"It's their way," said Roan.

"Their way, don't you mean your way?" Raven snapped. "You're the King, so you mean it's your way!"

"Yes, and it's wrong, I know that, but you can't change people overnight," he said.

"You can, if you're their King,' said Raven.

Roan didn't say anything.

Bellamy's breathing was slow shallow. Clarke was watching each breath and held her own breath between his. She was ready to start the compressions if he stopped breathing.