"How do you think we're going to stop it?" I ask Bellamy.
"I don't think we can." He tells me.
"This is so screwed up!" I say putting my head in my hands.
"Clarke. We will get through this." Bellamy reassures me. He takes my hand from my head and places it in his hands. Already warmth fills my body. Bellamy touching me was heaven, my own personal heaven.
"How many?"
"5." He release my hand and picks up a stone. "Five people have died already." With that he throws the stone as far as he can in anger. He stand sup and crouches in sadness. He puts his head in his hands to hide his tears. "How the heck did this happen?"
I'm not sure if the question is rhetorical or not. But if it isn't, I still wouldn't know how to answer. So I just try to change the subject as best as I can. "Whatever happens, we still have each other." I say disarmingly, it's meant to sound friendly but I made it sound romantic. In my head I'm cursing.
"Well, what if it gets us, then what happens?" He replies sternly.
"Bellamy." I say trying to break his hands grip with his head. Finally it loosens. "Bellamy!" Now he staring into my eyes, but it doesn't make me feel weak, it makes me feel stronger. "Wait till that happens." Then I fling my arms around him and we just stay there, in a friendly yet romantic way. "Wait till that happens." I whisper.
That's when I cough, not just one but a proper hacking. I break from Bellamy's grip but I can't stop coughing. My throat fills like it's invested with millions of mites. It feels as if an enormous python is wrapped tightly around my neck, ready to swallow my body. I turn from Bellamy, my hand covering my mouth. I take a second to look at my hand which is smothered in red, oozy blood.
"Clarke are you okay?" Bellamy comes round to me and asks.
I hold back my coughing with a huge gulp and nod. Then I just get up and run back to my tent. Covering my mouth as I go. I just left Bellamy stunned to the spot. Pausing half way, it feels as if I'm crying so I see in the reflection of the glass that my eyes are bleeding. My eyes. I hear Bellamy coming after me, but I just ignore him and quickly wipe the blood from my eyes. I try to act as normal as I can.
"Bellamy I'm fine, I've stopped coughing." I state snarly.
"Are you sure?" He places his hand on my arm and I just nod as clearly as I can. Praying and praying for my eyes to not bleed again. Bellamy lifts off his arm and nods before turning away and walking some place else. I breath out heavily, a sign of relief, and I sprint to my tent. As quickly as I can, I don't look back. As I go in I look for something to wipe my face. Then a small, dirty rag appears form the corner. I grab it and wipe as efficiently as I can. I'm whispering please. But I don't know if that will help, as I think I've got the plague.