"Bell, wake up. We need to go." Clarke's raspy voice cuts through my hazy thoughts.

"Clarke?" I moan.

"Yes, we need to go. Can you get up?" She is tugging on my arms.

I'm so cold that I start to shiver. I link my arms and feel cold water on me. I open my eyes to see that we're at the edge of the water. Waves keep lapping up to hit my legs that are so cold that I can't even feel the water really.

"How are we here?" I groan from the pain in my arm as I try to sit up.

"I pushed you in, but when I saw how you landed I knew that you weren't going to be okay so I did one of the dumbest things I've ever done. I leapt from the building after you. Then I pulled you to shore."

"Are you okay?" I ask worried about if she got hurt from the fall like I did. I see that she's bleeding on her arm and a bruise is forming on her cheek. "You're hurt."

"No, I'm fine Bellamy. I've dealt with much worse. Now I wish we could just stay and talk but we have got to move. You've been sleeping long enough. I'm sure they're on their way to get us." She stands up and holds her hand out to help me up.

I am almost afraid to touch her because then I'll know if this is real or not. I take a breath and reach for her hand. My rough hand encompasses her cold one. I let out the breath that I hadn't realized I was holding and get up. I feel dizzy so I grab her shoulders to steady myself.

"Don't worry, baby. I've got you." She says in a sort of reverence. "We just need to get to a place to hide and then we can rest."

"Okay, where?" I put my arm around her shoulders and let her take most of my weight.

"Just over there." She points to big house up at the top of a hill. "Can you make it?"

"Lead the way Princess and I will follow you. Wherever you go; I will go." I say as we start the long trek to the house.

It takes us at least an hour to get to the house, but when we do I can't relax just yet. There is a light on inside. I step in front of Clarke.

"I'll go inside. You stay here." I try to push her down behind a bush, but she just laughs.

"Bell, it's fine. We're safe. We can trust them." She leads me up the stairs to the big door and doesn't even knock.

She pushes it open and I feel a sense of relief wash over me.

"Bellamy?" Octavia leaps into my arms and I ignore the pain so that I can hug her tight. She's okay. We're all okay.

"O, you have no idea how happy I am to see you. I thought that, well it doesn't matter." I don't want to let her go ever, but when she finally complains about not being able to breathe I let her go. When I look behind her I see Lincoln and stiffen.

"Chill, Bell. He's with us. He's the one who saved Octavia. This is his house." Clarke's hand on my arm helps me relax. I realize just how tired I am when it gets hard to keep my eyes open. "Here, let's get you to bed. I'll help you clean up and then you can rest."

"You can take the guest room. It's the first door on the right." Lincoln says as Clarke guides me to the room that he mentioned.

Once alone inside the room Clarke goes into the connected bathroom and grabs a towel. She lays it out across the burgundy bedspread.

"Let's get your shirt off so I can see those cuts." She says in her doctor voice.

"If you did all of this just to check me out I won't be very happy Princess." I tease and she laughs.

Then she gives me a sad look. "I can't believe how close I came to loosing you. I don't know what I would have done if you had…" She breaks down into a fit of tears. I pull her onto my lap while sitting on the towel. Her body shakes from the sobs and I feel a couple tears in my own eyes.

"You have no idea. I had a dream that you were…" I can't even say it. It hurts too much. Instead I place a hand on each side of her face and pull her mouth to mine. This kiss is tender and full of sadness. We are both broken and yet when her lips are on mine I feel whole. She moans into my mouth and I lay back bringing her with me.

"I love you, Bellamy." She whispers against my lips before her tongue plunges into mine.

I feel like I've never loved a single person before her and mostly likely I haven't. I know that the dream I had was my worst fear brought to life. I hold her even closer to me and know that she still isn't close enough. I pull back just long enough to rip my shirt off and then trail kisses from her mouth down to her throat.

She giggles and then to my surprise gets up.

"Took you long enough to take your shirt off. Now let me check those cuts." She says calmly as if we haven't been making out for almost ten minutes.

"Princess, I think I just need your lips on mine to heal me." I grab her around her waist and pull her to me.

She laughs and swats at my hands. "Stop it. Seriously we have plenty of time for that. Right now I need to make sure you're not hurt too badly. And from that cheesy line I'm not so sure."

"Princess, I'm fine. Now come back to the bed." I give her my best smile and grab her waist again. This time she lets me pull her close.

"Fine you win." She sits on the bed with one leg on either side of me and her hands go to my hair.

Then, she disappears. I blink and the room is gone. I look around for Clarke and see that I am alone. I'm back in the hospital bed, alone.