"Are you guys ready to head out?" Octavia yelled from her spot on Clarke's bed to her brother and Murphy across the hall in Bellamy's room.

"Octavia and I have been ready for hours," Clarke added, looking into Bellamy's room through their open doors without moving from her spot beside Octavia. Bellamy appeared in his doorway, Murphy right behind him.

"Lets go," Bellamy said, leaving his room and heading down the hallway with Murphy a step behind hm. Clarke and Octavia grabbed their guns and followed. The sunlight nearly blinded Clarke as she stepped outside. She brought her hand up to her face, shielding her eyes as the party of four approached the gate.

"Monty, Harper. You're in charge until we get back," Clarke said to the couple while she waited for the gate to open. They both nodded. Just before Clarke and Octavia started walking, Harper grabbed each of them by their sleeve, causing them to turn towards her.

"Be careful," Harper said, her voice filled with concern. Both girls nodded, smiling.

"Don't worry," Clarke said, flashing her a reassuring smile.

"We'll be home before it gets dark," Octavia added. Harper nodded. Clarke and Octavia turned back to the gate.

"Good luck," Harper called after the girls as they ran to catch up with Bellamy and Murphy, who had not waited for them.

"About time," Murphy said as the girls fell into step behind them. Octavia huffed. "Harper wanted to talk to us for a minute," she said, pushing her way past Murphy and Bellamy and taking the lead. Clarke grinned, before doing the same thing. Murphy and Bellamy looked at each other, confused.

"What are you doing?" Bellamy asked, quickening his pace.

"Leading the way, since Clarke and I know the fastest route," Octavia said, gesturing slightly to the left. Bellamy snickered.

"The fastest way is straight," Bellamy said as him and Murphy kept walking straight while Clarke and Octavia headed slightly to the left.

"I guess we'll see you there," Clarke said, grinning. Bellamy chuckled.

"I guess so." With that, the party separated into two groups, Bellamy and Murphy going straight while Clarke and Octavia went left. About 45 minutes after they separated, Clarke began to have a bad feeling. Just as she was about to voice her feelings, Octavia stopped dead in her tracks, her hand up to signal Clarke to stop and be quiet.

"Did you hear that?" Octavia asked, gripping her gun, ready to fight if anything or anyone came their way.

"I have a bad feeling Octavia," Clarke whispered, bringing the scope of her gun to her face.

"It feels like someone is watching us," Octavia whispered back. A branch on the ground snapped only a few feet away from them. Clarke and Octavia both dropped to the ground, trying to stay hidden until they figure out who else is with them.

"Maybe we should-" Clarke started. Before she could finish her thought, she was hit in the back of the head, knocking her out cold. Octavia paled.

"Clarke?" Octavia whispered, shaking Clarke.

"We're not alone," Clarke breathed just before she lost consciousness.

"BELLAMY!" Octavia screamed. Then, she too was out cold.

...

"Did you hear that?" Bellamy asked. He could have sworn he heard someone yell his name.

"Nope and we're here. No sign of the girls though. I guess we beat them," Murphy said.

"Or they were already here and left. That path is a lot longer than I remember it being," Bellamy said. "Lets just grab our stuff and go." Bellamy and Murphy got to work, gather anything that could be of use or was left behind. They collect wires, radios, nuts and berries that had been left behind, clothing, and extra blankets.

"Lets go," Murphy said, looking up at the sky. The sun was beginning to dip. Bellamy nodded and the boys left their original home and headed back to their people.

The gate was opened for the boys once they were only a few feet away. The second they got through the gate, Bellamy saw Harper running towards him. For some reason his heart dropped.

"Where's Clarke and Octavia?" Harper asked. Murphy and Bellamy looked at each other.

"They're not back yet?" Bellamy asked. Harper shook her head. Monty walked up to the group, coming to stand beside Harper.

"They're probably fine. This is Clarke and Octavia we're talking about. If anybody is gonna make it out there, its them," Monty said. But Bellamy couldn't help but be worried.

"We'll give them till nightfall," Bellamy said. "C'mon Murphy." The two boys carried everything they found from the dropship into the Ark.

...

Clarke's eyes fluttered open. For a moment, she completely forgot what happened, but the pain in her head and the chains around her wrists quickly jogged her memory. Octavia was chained beside her, her eyes still closed.

"O?" Clarke whispered, shaking the girl. Octavia stirred, and then her eyes flew open and she sat up faster than Clarke thought possible.

"What the fuck is going on?" Octavia whisper back, examining the chains that held her wrists together and pulling on the chain that kept them both from leaving. Clarke looked around, trying to figure out where they were.

"I have no idea where we are," Clarke said after a few moments.

"What the hell are we gonna do?" Octavia asked, her voice quiet. Clarke looked at her.

"We told Harper we'd be back by nightfall. Judging by how dark it is in here, it's already dark. Bellamy will come looking for us the second he can," Clarke said, trying to sound confident in her answer. Octavia nodded.

"Yea, yes you're right. Bellamy always comes for me. He always come for you," Octavia whispered, looking up at Clarke. Clarke blushed. She knew Bellamy always come for her. Clarke knew he treated her differently than anyone else in camp, except for Octavia. She also knew people around them noticed this.

"Clarke?" Octavia said, pulling Clarke from her thoughts.

"Yea?" Clarke said, looking to Octavia.

"What if we don't get out of here?" Octavia asked, looking down at her chained hands. Clarke smiled sadly.

"We will."

...

Bellamy didn't get any sleep that night. The second the sun was up, Bellamy marched out of his own room, already dressed with his gun over his shoulder, and woke up the people he knew would have wanted to be on the search and rescue team. Before anyone else was even awake, Bellamy, Murphy, Harper, Monty, and Raven walked through the doors of the Ark and started walking across the campgrounds toward the gate, Bellamy leading by a good ten feet. Harper picked up her pace until she caught up with him.

"Shouldn't we bring Finn?" Harper asked once she was pacing beside him.

"No," Bellamy answered with no hesitation. Harper sighed.

"He's good at tracking, Bellamy," Harper said. Bellamy groaned.

"I know. But he's still not coming," Bellamy said. Harper didn't say anything, but fell back until she was once more walking beside Monty. She slipped her hand into his. Monty smiled softly at her, giving her hand a squeeze.

"We'll find them," Monty said.

"We always do," Harper said, smiling at him. Monty returned the smile as the group approached the gate. Monty split from the group and opened the gate. The group halted just before the open door.

"Let's bring our girls home," Bellamy said. The group nodded and followed Bellamy as they headed into the woods.

...

Clarke was sitting on the dirty ground, her back against the wall and her chained hands in her lap, watching Octavia. The younger girl had fallen asleep during the night, utterly exhausted after the ordeal. But Clarke didn't sleep. Not only did she want to keep watch, but she knew if she did sleep she'd dream of Bellamy.

"Morning," Octavia mumbled, sitting up and leaning against the wall beside Clarke.

"Morning," Clarke answered.

"Still no word from Bellamy?" Octavia asked. Clarke nodded. "Do we at least know where we are now?"

"I was up all night. I heard them talking. They came to that door, but I pretended to be asleep. We're in the Ice Nation Army camp, in the prison cell on the outskirts of their camp. Bellamy will be able to tell this is the building just by looking at it," Clarke said.

"What do they want from us?" Octavia asked.

"Hostage, prisoners. They know I'm one of the leaders and they know you're our fiercest warrior. They're stopping us from helping our people bring them down," Clarke explained. Octavia just stared, mouth slightly open.

"So they just took out two of our strongest pieces, like chess?" Octavia asked. Clarke nodded.

"Unless they can get to us, I have a feeling we'll be here until this war is over," Clarke said, sighing. Octavia groaned, annoyed.

"There's nothing we can do right now to help them find us?" Octavia asked. Clarke shook her head, but then she paused. Octavia shot her a questioning look.

"They didn't take my radio," Clarke whispered, feeling her back pocket. Octavia's face lit up.

"Than call him!" she said. Clarke frowned.

"I can't, not yet," Clarke answered, pushing the device deep into her jacket, where no Grounder would find it.

"Clarke why?" Octavia said, her voice rising slightly. Clarke hushed her.

"The Grounders will hear it and they'll come in here. By the time our people, our family gets here, we'll either be dead or almost dead. We need to wait until we think they're close enough to get here in time," Clarke answered, her voice so quiet Octavia almost missed it. The younger girl nodded.

"This afternoon they should be close enough," Octavia said.

"Knowing Bellamy, he probably set up the team last night and left camp as the sun was rising," Clarke agreed, grinning as she thought of Bellamy and how protective he was to Octavia. "He'll always be there for you, O." Octavia rolled her eyes.

"When are you gonna realize he's started protecting you just like he does me? He's coming for us, Octavia AND Clarke," Octavia whispered. Clarke blushed.

"He only protects me because we're partners," Clarke answered.

"If I could hit you right now I would," Octavia grumbled, holding up her chained hands before dropping them into her lap. "No, Clarke. Bellamy loves you. I'm his sister, I can tell," Octavia whispered. Clarke blushed even more, getting a chuckle from Octavia.

"Not like that he doesn't. Now shut up before the Grounders come down here and kick our ass," Clarke whispered. Octavia grinned, but kept her mouth shut. Clarke sighed and closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the wall. She felt the weight of Octavia inch closer to her until Clarke felt her head drop onto her shoulder. Clarke smiled, reaching for Octavia's hand. She took it willingly.

"Clarke you can never repeat this to anyone because it will ruin my reputation," Octavia whispered.

"I promise," Clarke whispered back, grinning. Octavia sighed.

"I'm scared," Octavia whispered. Clarke gave her hand a quick squeeze.

"Me too," Clarke agreed. The two girls sat in the cell, the presence of the other comforting them.

...

"Anything?" Murphy called up to Bellamy, who was at the top of a slope looking through his telescope for movement.

"No," Bellamy said, coming back down to the rest of the group.

"I'm telling you, lets go sneak around the Ice Nation camp, maybe we'll learn something. And it's only a little way away," Raven said.

"Believe it or not, I'm with Raven," Harper said. Murphy nodded in agreement. Bellamy inhaled sharply.

"Off to Ice Nation Camp we go," Bellamy said. Once he passed them, Raven and Harper high fived, Murphy snickered. After walking for only 15 or so minutes, the group were on the top of a hill, overlooking the camp in the valley below. They all had their stomachs pressed to the ground and were looking through their scopes.

"Damn," Murphy muttered under his breath. Monty looked at Bellamy, and then Raven. They both had that scary determined face on.

"They're here somewhere, aren't they?" Monty asked.

"Yea," Bellamy and Raven answered.

"Shit," Murphy muttered, just loud enough for everyone to hear him.

...

Clarke sat up so suddenly, Octavia almost didn't have time to pick her head up. She looked at Clarke's face and instantly knew something was happening. Then it hit her.

"They're here, aren't they?" Octavia asked. Clarke nodded. After glancing out the door, Clarke pulled the radio from her pocket and moved to the farthest most corner she could, facing the wall, Octavia sat in front of her, in between Clarke and the door. Clarke twisted the knobs, took a deep breath, and turned it on.

"Bellamy, come in. This is Clarke Griffin and Octavia Blake. Bellamy, come in. Raven?" Clarke said as loudly as she thought she could get away with. Nothing but static.

"This is Bellamy Blake, I copy. Are you both alright?" Bellamy's voice said. Clarke grinned.

"There's no time to talk, the Grounders could hear me any second. We're in their camp, the one in our territory. A prison or holding cell. I don't know what the building looks like, but I know its stone, so it'll be an older looking building. I know its on the outskirts," Clarke said into the radio. Octavia tapped her back, that was the signal. Ice Nation heard them.

"Okay. Please tell me you're-" Bellamy's voice started.

"Thanks, O. Bell there's no time. The Grounders are coming down now because they heard me. You need to get here fast. Who knows what they're gonna do to us now," Clarke said.

"Clar-" The door slammed open and two grounders ran in and took the radio by force from Clarke before turning on Octavia.

"Not so strong now, are you Blodrenia?" one grounder said in english.

"You get away from her!" Clarke yelled as the Grounder slowly walked up to Octavia.

"Clarke! O!" the walkie said before the Grounder crushed the radio.

...

"They could be anywhere in that huge ass camp," Murphy said. Bellamy looked up at the sky, hoping. Suddenly, Raven smacked his shoulder, pulling him from his thoughts.

"The radio!" Raven said. Bellamy grabbed the radio from his pocket just in time.

"Bellamy, come in. This is Clarke Griffin and Octavia Blake. Bellamy, come in. Raven?" Clarke's voice said over the radio. Bellamy could have cried with relief, but obviously he didn't.

"This is Bellamy Blake. I copy. Are you both alright?" Bellamy asked. The others gathered around him, still staying as low to the ground as they could.

"There's no time to talk, the Grounders could hear me any second. We're in their camp, the one in our territory. A prison or holding cell. I don't know what the building looks like, but I know its stone, so it'll be an older looking building. I know its on the outskirts," Clarke's voice said. Bellamy looked at the others to make sure they got it. Their confident faces told him they did.

"Okay. Please tell me you're-" Bellamy started when Clarke interrupted him.

"Thanks, O," he heard Clarke say in the background. "Bell there's no time. The Grounders are coming down now because they heard me. You need to get here fast. Who knows what they're gonna do to us now." Bellamy felt a knot in his throat.

"Clar-" Bellamy started again. This time it wasn't Clarke, but a loud slam on the other side of the radio. They heard nothing but movements and static. Then they heard a male voice. Than Clarke.

"You get away from her!" Bellamy heard Clarke scream.

"Clarke! O!" Bellamy yelled into the radio. He heard another scream, a muffled sound, static, and then the radio went dead. Bellamy looked up at his friends, sheer terror on his face.

"There!" Raven said. The group turned. No one noticed Raven move to the edge of the hill and take Bellamy's telescope.

"Where?" Monty asked. Raven pointed. A quarter way around the circle valley right on the edge of the last tents and wooden buildings, sat a small stone building. It was partially embedded into the ground, so it must to down into the ground. It couldn't possibly be any other building but this one.

"Let's go! Stay on the hill, far enough down so they can't see us!" Bellamy ordered, moving ahead. The entire group picked up their pace until they were running, fueled by the need to get to Octavia and Clarke before the Grounders can hurt them.

...

"No stop!" Clarke begged, tear streaks on her dirty and bloody face. The Grounder holding her down snickered. Another Grounder punched Octavia in the stomach. She let out a groan. Clarke tried to fight her guard, but it was no use. She needed to catch him off-guard.

"Get off!" Octavia said through clenched teeth, landing a hefty blow to the back of the Grounder's head, enough to make him stumble. While he was distracted. Clarke wrestled the Grounder's arm off her shoulder and flipped him over, landing hard on his back, stunned and winded. Clarke got up and went to Octavia's side. Both girls already had bruises forming on their stomachs, their arms, legs, and faces. They both have various cuts and gashes. Octavia had a long deep cut right down the middle of her back while Clarke's deep gash was by her waist, stretching for one hip to the other. Both girls were bleeding pretty heavily.

It wasn't long until the two Grounder guards came at the girls again. But this time they were ready. Clarke ducked as the Grounder swung at her. She brought her leg up and kicked him in the rib cage while he was off balance from missing. Octavia slid under her attacker, kicking his back as she went through, forcing him to fall to his knees. Octavia jumped up and onto the Grounder, rolling him over and punching him in the face with the cuffs still on her wrists. Clarke grabbed the small knife in the guards belt, and when he turned back around, she swung the knife, slitting the guards throat. The other Grounder shoved Octavia off and started toward Clarke once his partner hit the ground. In a continuous swing, Clarke turned and released the knife, sending it flying. It struck the Grounder hard in the chest and he crumpled to the ground. Clarke glanced at Octavia, who's wrists were now bleeding.

"Help me move their bodies to the front corner, where they can't be seen from the door," Clarke said, grabbed one Grounder by the feet and dragged him to the corner, Octavia did the same with the other.

"It won't be long until more come," Octavia said. "But we have their weapons now." Octavia clutched a sword in her hand. She struck the cuffs on Clarke, breaking them. Clarke did the same to her. Now that both girls were uncuffed, they took all the weapons off the grounders.

"Let me help," Clarke said when Octavia slowly lowered herself, grimacing as she sat. Octavia nodded and lifted her shirt. Using the guards clothes and water, Clarke cleaned the cut and managed to wrap a long piece of cloth around Octavia's torso.

"Give me more clothes," Octavia said, gesturing to the slash on Clarke's stomach. Clarke nodded, groaning when Octavia dabbed at the wound. Finally, Octavia cleaned the blood and wrapped a bandage around the gash. Clarke panted as Octavia finished, slightly sweating from using all her energy to prevent herself from yelling or crying out. Octavia had a weird look on her face, but Clarke could read her well.

"I know, its bad," Clarke whispered. Octavia nodded.

"It needs stitches, Clarke. Like a lot of stitches. It already bled through the clothes," Octavia said. Sure enough, when Clarke lifted her shirt, the cloth around her stomach was soaked red. Clarke groaned.

"I guess Bellamy better hurry up than," Clarke said, pressing both her hands on the gash, wincing as she did so. Octavia moved closer to Clarke and pressed against the wound where Clarke couldn't.

...

"What's the plan?" Monty asked once the group came to a stop just over the hill. The building that was holding both his sister and his partner captive was just on the other side. "We need to take out the Grounders at the door and then get inside," Bellamy said. Murphy grinned.

"I got this," Murphy said. "Bellamy, care to help?" Bellamy grinned. He knew exactly what Murphy was going to do.

"We'll signal," Bellamy said before following Murphy down the hill. They each went around the building in opposite directions, sneaking up on the Grounders. Silently, the boys grabbed the Grounders in a choke hold, knocking them up. They dragged and dumped the bodies behind the building while signaling for the rest of the group to come down. One by one, each member of the rescue party ran down the hill into the valley and behind the building.

"Ready?" Bellamy asked. The group nodded. Bellamy faced the door and with one powerful shove, the doors flew open. All but Murphy entered and headed down into the dark and dimly lit passage while Murphy ducked behind some barrels, keeping watch.

...

"Did you hear that?" Octavia asked. She knew she heard something get slammed. Clarke was now laying down, her hands on her gash and her head in Octavia's lap. Octavia had her hand on Clarke's head, tucking an occasional strand of hair behind her ear. Clarke nodded sleepily.

"O, tell them I love them," Clarke said weakly, her eyes heavy. Octavia looked down at Clarke.

"No, you're gonna tell them yourself," Octavia said sternly, her hand on the side of Clarke's face. "Don't you dare close your eyes." They both heard the jangle of keys and Octavia looked up, but Clarke didn't, she couldn't. Her eyes were getting heavier by the second. Clarke could hear people yelling, but couldn't make out what they were saying. Than, Bellamy's face appeared, blurry at first but then he moved closer. Clarke smiled as Bellamy took her head in between his hands, running the down. He looked at her stomach.

"Clarke," Bellamy whispered, instantly moving one hand to apply pressure. Clarke clenched her jaw at the pain. Bellamy looked at Octavia. She nodded her head to the corner, the bodies of the Grounders.

"They heard us on the radio. I got one down my back, but not nearly as deep. Bell she's already lost too much blood. I don't think she'll make it back to camp," Octavia whispered, moving a hand to her brother's shoulder.

"No. I'm not leaving her behind. I'm not leaving you, Clarke," Bellamy said, looking at Clarke. She could see tears in his eyes.

"Take O, go home. I'm too- I'm too slow," Clarke managed, her voice growing weaker. Than, Raven's face appeared in her blurry vision. She moved her hand to across Clarke's forehead, wiping dirt and blood away.

"She's warm. Get her on the stretcher," Raven ordered. Monty and Harper dropped the stretcher on the ground beside Clarke.

"Come on," Bellamy whispered, slowly picking Clarke up and moving her to the stretcher. Monty took the end by her feet while Bellamy replaced Harper's spot. The two boys picked up the stretcher and started moving up the stairs. Monty and Raven, supporting Octavia in front in case Murphy was compromised and Harper bringing up the rear.

"About time," Murphy muttered when the group came out of the prison and went behind the building. Bellamy looked at the hill, wondering how they were going to get Clarke up fast enough. Clarke must have known.

"You can't get- get me up that," Clarke said through weak breathes. Bellamy hushed her.

"Stay quiet and save your strength. Monty, we'll just head up the hill as fast as we can and everyone else, cover us if the Grounders start coming," Bellamy ordered. Monty nodded and the group moved. They weren't even halfway up the hill when a group of Grounders started running towards them.

"We got company," Raven said, lifting her gun. Bellamy didn't even look back. He heard gunfire and people yelled, but he only looked ahead or at Clarke. Finally the stretcher got over the hill and the rest of the group followed. Once over the ridge and back into the tree line, the Grounders stopped following them. However, they still didn't stop moving.

...

Halfway across camp there was a tall wood building. At the very top floor stood a female Grounder, wearing decorated armor and a dress. Her hair was long down her back. Next to her, stood another Grounder, dress in ratty clothes."Queen, Skaikru has their leader and warrior," the man said.

"They only have the warrior," the woman answered, looking out the window at the hill, just in time to see the rest of the Skaikru rescue party disappear over the ridge.

"Queen?"

"She's going to die. The leader. I've seen that camp without her. The other leader needs Wanheda, captain. Skaikru will not survive without their princess," the commander answered, looking over her shoulder at him.

"Yes, Queen. But how do we know for sure?" the captain asked.

"I'll ask our little friend on the inside," the queen said, a grin forming on her face as she stared at the hill where her once prisoners had disappeared from view.

...

"BELLAMY!" screamed Octavia from her hospital bed. On the operation table beside lay Clarke, shirtless except for the small cloth the girls had draped over her chest, her stomach wound stitched, but unresponsive. Harper and Raven hurried around, trying to save Clarke. Bellamy basically ran into medbay and was by his sister in a second. She had tears running down her face.

"O?" Bellamy asked. Octavia looked at Clarke, before bringing her hands to her face and letting out a sob. Bellamy went to Clarke's side and slid his hand into hers. He watched Harper stick the IV into Clarke's arm, and then she stood up.

"Who's wants to give blood?" Harper asked.

"I'm doing it," Bellamy said, extending his arm. Raven pulled him a chair and he sat down while Harper stuck the needle into his arm. Raven connected the tube to the IV and Bellamy watched as his blood left his arm and went into his partners. Everyone took a deep breath. Then, the heart monitor flatlined. Bellamy thought he was going to throw up. Raven and Harper ran for the pulse cannons to jumpstart Clarke's heart.

"What's going on?" Octavia yelled, her voice filled with panic.

"Clarke's flatlining," Bellamy said. Octavia let out a sob, crying hard into her hands.

"Bell Clarke saved my life. She took the hit, the one that did that, instead of me. It was supposed to be me," Octavia cried. Her sobs grew louder.

"Go," Harper said, looking at Raven. Raven nodded, and shocked Clarke's chest. Nothing.

"Come on, Clarke," Bellamy whispered.

"Again," Harper said. Still nothing. "Again!" this time Harper sounded desperate.

"Clarke come on!" Raven yelled, tears now running down her face as she shocked Clarke again. The monitor was still flatlining. Raven let out a sob, dropping the pulse cannons to the floor.

"No you can't just give up! She never gives up on us!" Octavia screamed through her tears. Bellamy shook Clarke.

"Clarke no you can't do this to me," Bellamy said, his voice rising. Harper was crying.

"CLARKE PLEASE," Raven yelled, bringing the cannons up one last time. Nothing. "NO, NO,NO," Raven cried. She dropped to her knees, sobbing. Harper came beside her, rubbing her back as her own tears ran down her face. Bellamy was numb.

"CLARKE I NEED YOU," Bellamy yelled, tears now running down his face. Nobody even cared how loud they were being, or that the doors were still open and their voices were being carried down the hallway. Monty and Finn ran into the room. Monty immediately placed before running to Harper, so started sobbing once her boyfriend's arms were around her.

"What's going on?" Finn asked. Than Jasper came in, closing the doors behind him so no one else could hear them.

"Guys?" Jasper asked. Than they saw Clarke.

"Clarke," Finn gasped before running to her side. Finn saw Raven on the ground, the cannons beside her and tears all over her face as sobs moved her whole body. Octavia was basically screaming, tears dripping from her eyes. Bellamy was crying, his head resting on the bed by Clarke's head, still holding her limp hand.

"Is she-?" Jasper whispered.

"She flatlined," Octavia whimpered. "Clarke is dead and it's my fault. She jumped in front of me and I didn't realize until it was too late. I should have pushed her and taken the hit that should have been mine," Octavia said, her voice breaking as she tried to hold back the sobs until she was done talking. "No, no," Finn whispered, his eyes filling with tears before they ran over onto his cheeks and down his face.

The room was silent, no one talked. Only cried and sobbed and held each other. Than the heart monitor beeped, very quietly and just once . Only Raven heard it. She gasped, hiccuped once as she stood up, looking at Clarke and the monitart. Bellamy picked his head up.

"Raven?" Bellamy asked, drawing the attention of everyone else in the room. Than the monitor beeped again. And again, and again.

"Oh my god," Raven breathed, wiping her eyes. Bellamy looked at Clarke's face. Then she took a breath. Bellamy could have danced around the room, cheering and hooting.

"Thank you for coming back to me," Bellamy whispered, some of the tears in his eyes falling. Harper wiped her tears away and stood up beside Raven.

"Someone has to keep your ass alive," Clarke said, coughing. Bellamy chuckled.

"Bellamy get back in the chair. Clarke still needs more blood," Raven said, looking at all the different monitors hooked up to Clarke. Bellamy did as he was told, standing from his spot on the floor just beside Clarke and returning to the chair. Raven opened the tubes and once more Bellamy watched his blood leave his body and travel to Clarke's. Bellamy took in a shaky breath. Today was close, too close. The thought that he almost lost someone as important to him as Clarke gave him the chills. But he didn't, he didn't lose her. Not this time. Not anytime soon if he had anything to do with it. That thought brought a smile to his lips as he rested his head on the side of Clarke's bed and closed his eyes.