A Fresh Start Chapter 13…. Scars
"Abby filled me in on his condition," Jackson said as he walked step in step with Marcus. "She wasn't happy about being left out," he added
"I know," Marcus replied. He remembered when he told Abby about the conditions; that she was to be kept away from Bellamy; he had to force her not to storm into jaha's office, for fear that they would withhold Bellamy's medical treatment all together.
Clarke met them in the corridor from the left wing. She had her arms loaded with gear. "I think I have everything," she said.
When the three got to lock up Miller wasn't alone. He couldn't hide the frustration on his face. Marcus looked from him to the four guards standing between them and Bellamy's cell.
Miller just rolled his eyes. "Jaha posted extra guards in case we have any problems," he said with a sarcastic tone to his words.
"There won't be any problems," Marcus said. They moved towards the cell but were stopped by the guard behind Miller.
"You can't take all that stuff in there," he said to Clarke as he stopped her.
"Its medical supplies and blankets," she argued. "How do you expect us to treat him if we don't have basic supplies."
"Sargent," the guard said over his shoulder, "Check these out, make sure there are no weapons or anything that can be used as one," he ordered the second guard
"Is this really necessary?" Clarke protested
Marcus saw her fire going up and calmed her down. "Clarke, they're just doing their job," he said calmly and he gave her a certain look of warning; fearing they would not let them treat Bellamy if she caused trouble.
The guard pulled out scissors. "Sir I've got something," he said and removed them
"It's for cutting bandages," She argued
"You can tear them," the guard said and put the scissors in his pocket.
Clarke huffed. "Can we go in now?" she asked with a frustrated tone.
The guards moved aside and let Jackson and Clarke inside. They stopped Marcus. "Just them," the guard said.
Jackson looked at the guard, "I may need his help holding the patient down," Jackson said "He has a fever and may become confused,"
The guard looked at the other. "It's okay," Miller spoke up. "I can vouch for him." Then he made his way past the guards and let Kane inside.
The other guards went back to their areas and Miller shut the cell door. Marcus nodded slightly to Miller so the others couldn't see.
They knelt down next to Bellamy. His breathing was labored and he still had a high fever.
Jackson listened to his chest. He pulled up his shirt and saw the enormous bruises. "Jesus," he mumbled. He felt along his ribcage and realized Bellamy had two broken ribs. "I just hope they didn't puncture his lung," Jackson said. "His breathing's off," Jackson.
"Octavia said they administered the marrow, but he had already gotten sick," Clarke said
"That could be a large part of it," Jackson said "But we need to wrap his ribs, it'll help him from doing farther damage," he said
"I'll lift him," Kane said. He knelt above Bellamy's head and took him from under his arms and raised him to a sitting position, holding Bellamy's back against his chest. At that point, Bellamy began struggling against Kane. He didn't know who had him, or what was happening. "Bellamy, Stop, it's me Bellamy, were not going to hurt you," Kane said.
Clarke grabbed his arms and tried to calm him down. "Bellamy, were not going to hurt you," She said calmly
"Everything alright in there?" the guard asked walking up to the cell doors.
"Everything's fine," Jackson said "He's confused is all,"
Bellamy's lobbed to one side. "He looks worse," Clarke said
"They usually get worse before they get better," Jackson reassured her.
Clarke pulled his shirt over his head, and he moaned it the pain. "Careful," Jackson said
"My God," Clarke said when she saw his scars. Her lips quivered and she had to force herself to swallow to keep from crying out. "What have they done to you," she whispered.
Jackson worked to wrap his rib cage. Marcus saw Clarke's eyes fixated on Bellamy's old stab wounds. "He had a herd tome of it in the bunker," Marcus said.
"Yea, Miller told me some of it, but I didn't expect it to be this bad," she said.
"He'll be okay," Marcus said "He's a lot stronger than you realize,"
Clarke made a bed with one of the blankets. She used the second one to cover him up. Jackson cleaned up his eye as best that he could.
"Someone needs to stay and monitor him, at least until his fever breaks," Jackson said.
"No one authorized that," the guard said
"Look I'm the doctor, I was asked to give medical aid, but until his fever breaks, he needs somebody here to keep him from going into shock," Jackson snapped "He needs to be kept cooled down, normally I could do it, but I have other patients to see," He said. His glance quickly found Clarke for a brief second.
"I can watch him," Clarke said quickly.
The guard looked suspiciously between the two. "I won't be responsible for it when he kills you," the guard said
Jackson and Marcus started to leave. "Wait," yelled a guard. "You forgot these," he said and then he tossed Jackson the small pair of scissors.
The cell door slammed shut and Clarke sat down next to Bellamy. She stretched her legs out in front of her and leaned her back against the wall. Bellamy's head was touching her outer thigh. Clarke thought how peaceful he looked and she wondered if he had really changed. Was he the violent monster everyone thought him to be, had all the violence thrown at him in the bunker, changed him too much? She wouldn't let herself believe that.