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Thanks for the reviews! I'm sorry about the late update, I've just been busy with assignments and exams.

Clarke's POV

~~1 week later~~

The sound of a gunshot sent a wave of terror through Clarke's body. Without even thinking, she dropped her broom and turned around to face a grounder blocking her path to the door.

"Someone could be hurt!" she yelled desperately.

"You'll leave when you are told so," the grounder sneered.

Clarke's eyes lingered on the door, as she contemplated pushing her way through. Despite the temptation, she knew she had no chance after seeing first hand how her supervisor could use brute force to achieve obedience.

With a sigh of frustration, she stepped back and resumed sweeping. Because she had been given only cleaning jobs, she had a completely different schedule to the others building outside. Ever since Clarke had spoken to Bellamy in the kitchen, she had been constantly worrying about him. Thankfully, she had Octavia to keep her sane while she anxiously waited to talk to him again.

At the sound of the door opening, Clarke looked up again to see the clan's leader, Roan, stepping inside.

"Come with me," he ordered, meeting Clarke's stare.

She was by his side in an instant, her body thrumming with adrenaline. As expected, they were heading for the cabin that she visited on her first day. Although she hadn't been allowed back since, the images of the healer's dead body and Miller's bloody back were still fresh in her mind.

In her medical training, she knew she had to stay calm so she could think clearly and not freak out the patient. All of that went out the window the moment she stepped inside and saw Bellamy lying on the table.

"What the hell happened?" she asked, running forward to look at his injuries.

"It was George. He just... snapped." Bellamy winced as he spoke, making Clarke panic even more.

It didn't take long for her to find the bloody gash on his side.

"You didn't get shot?" she asked, frantically trying to put the pieces together in her head.

Bellamy tried to hide his frustration as he continued,

"George got a knife somehow and started tackling a grounder. I knew it would end badly so I tried to stop him but the knife knicked me. He was the one that got the bullet in his brain."

Clarke let herself pause to get over the shock of the situation. It was Bellamy's pained expression that quickly snapped her out of it.

"Okay I'm going to clean this and close it up somehow." Clarke said, trying to convince herself that Bellamy was just any normal patient.

Thankfully, Bellamy wasn't watching her hands shakily grab the cleaning solution that she used on Miller. Instead, he stared up at the roof, his eyes unusually shiny.

"I can't take this anymore. Once we are no longer valuable they will move us somewhere else or just kill us. We have to fight our way out tonight while we have the chance."

Recognising his vulnerability, Clarke stopped cleaning his wound and tried to respond in a calming voice.

"Come on, you know that's a bad idea. Lives would be lost on both sides and we would get nowhere."

Bellamy sat up, fighting Clarke's pointless attempt to stop him.

"It's worth the risk. The grounders deserve to suffer."

Clarke pushed on, determined to get through to him.

"I just need you to hold on a little longer. Those kids out there look up to you. If they see you break, they'll break too and we will have no chance of getting out of this mess."

She could tell he was listening, but the fire in his eyes was still burning strong. After taking a breath to calm herself, she grabbed his hands and placed them on her stomach.

She was relieved to see his body relax as his attention focused.

"I don't want you to deal with this on your own anymore, Clarke. That's why-"

"We will, when the time is right. Trust me, I would rather be trapped here with you than out there without you," Clarke interrupted.

Before he could respond, Clarke leant forward and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

"What was that for?" he asked, surprise clear on his face.

"What you did today was incredibly brave and incredibly stupid. I can't lose you again, okay?" With that, her voice broke a little.

"You won't," Bellamy replied straight away, taking her into his arms.

Clarke let herself savour the feeling for a short second before pulling away.

"Now lie down so I can do my work," she said with a small, but real smile.

"Whatever you say, doc," Bellamy muttered.