(wow I forgot about this fic for a really long time i am so sorry to anyone thats been waiting fir the next chapter. Anyway heres number two sorry its so crap)

Octavia looked sadly down at her brother, smoothing a hand through his hair.

"He hasn't been the same since Mount Weather and when Clarke left….." She didn't finish but Abby nodded, understanding anyway.

"I'll get him set up with an IV and some oxygen but it may be a while till he wakes up. His body is doing everything it can to fight the sickness and that means making him rest. I'll do everything I can but I just don't know if he can fight this."

Once Abby had set up everything for Bellamy, Octavia went outside to address the small crowd that had gathered. It was mostly what was left of the 100 and they were worried about the one delinquent leader they had left.

"What's wrong with Bellamy? Is he gonna be okay?" Miller asked on behalf of the others. He had been on watch with him when it happened.

"He has pneumonia. It looks pretty bad, I don't know if…" The thought of her losing her big brother sent a wave of panic over her and she barley felt Lincolns hand on her arm as he came to stand with her.

"He'll be okay. But just in case maybe we should find Clarke?" A few of the other kids called out their agreement and Monty even offered to go find her but Octavia still wasn't sure she was ready to forgive that girl for what she had done.

"She abandoned us, She abandoned him. If my brother dies, I will go out there and find her myself so that I can kill her."

She stormed back into the med tent, ignoring the yelling delinquents. She knew Lincoln would sort them out for her. Right now all she cared about was her brother so she sat beside him and pushed back the tangle of curls on his forehead.

His hand was clammy and cool but his forehead was too warm. Her big brother, the person that had taken care of her all her life, was laying here dying. And it was all Clarke's fault. Bellamy had been sent to that mountain and now he was on oxygen and an IV. Octavia closed her eyes and rested her head on her brother's shoulder just begging that he would be okay.

"Please Bellamy, please just wake up so that I don't have to find the girl you're in love with and kill her."

She heard Lincoln enter the tent behind her and soon felt a hand on her back.

"Octavia, your brother is strong. He has proven that many times, but I think we should find Clarke."

Octavia lifted her head to look at the grounder.

"Why would I let her anywhere near my brother again? Look what she did! He trusted her, he loves her and she sent him to that mountain! This is her fault!"

Abby came in then, hands full of medical equipment. "Sorry if I'm interrupting but I wanted to check on your brother. And he will rest better if it's in a quiet tent." The doctor gave the two a warning glance and Octavia half waned to punch the doctor but knew it wouldn't do anyone good especially her brother.

Octavia nodded and took Lincolns hand in silent apology Dr Griffin sat on the other side of her brother.

Abby was writing up a proper medical chart for Bellamy though nothing about his condition had changed.

Lincoln looked pleadingly at Octavia. "If it's to save your brother don't you think you could resist killing her?"

"But you don't only want her here to help Bellamy."

Lincoln shook his head. "She was good for the camp. The kids need her. And as much as you hate what she did you have to remember she did it for your brother and the safety of her people. I don't quite forgive her either and you know I'll follow you wherever but I think it's a good idea to have her back."

Octavia didn't want to see her again. She didn't want her anywhere near this camp but Lincoln was right.

Bellamy's wheezing grew more struggled and Abby moved closer as he started coughing. Octavia had all but forgotten the doctor had been there and startled when she started yelling instructions.

"Octavia sit behind him, sit him up, it will help clear his airway."

The younger Blake sibling quickly slid in the bed behind her brother as Lincoln held him up and Abby turned him slightly so he could breathe easier. The coughing subsided and Octavia ran a hand through the soldier's curls.

"Go get her." Lincoln nodded and ran out of the tent.

A little while later some of the delinquents were allowed to come and visit. Monty was particularly worried as was Miller and Octavia tried to put on a brave face.

"He'll be okay guys. He's just not doing so great at the moment."

"But Clarke will be here soon and she can help." Monty looked so hopeful and Octavia couldn't help but give a small smile. Miller nodded as well.

"Lincoln looked like he knew where he was going when he left and he said he wouldn't' be long. He was heading to the river I think."

"Makes sense, there's an old automobile near there, a big one. That's probably where she's staying." Monty and Miller stayed for a little while longer but eventually left for dinner. Octavia sat alone with her brother, holding him as close as she could in case Lincoln didn't make it back in time and muttered "Let's hope your princess is easy to find."

…

Lincoln took nothing but a weapon and an empty bag as he sprinted through the woods to find Clarke. He had a rough idea of where she might have gone because he heard Monty and Miller arguing over it.

"She would have gone for the nearest source of water so she could-"

"This is Clarke we're talking about. She would have gone somewhere she could keep an eye on us without us being able to see her. And I bet she would find somewhere with lots of plants for medicinal purposes so that she could still help people while she was away."

In the end they were both right. There was an ancient automobile, a big long one, half buried near the river. Lincoln knew that was the most logical place for her to go and he knew how to get there. It was a fair bit away though and so he hurried through the woods as fast as he could, knowing that every minute that passed was another minute Bellamy's lungs filled with fluid.

He ran for hours but finally he could see the edge of the dirty metal vehicle where it stuck up from the ground. And for a second he swore he saw a flash of golden hair. The grounder ran faster.

As he got closer he could see her crouched beside a small patch of herbs, hands dirtied and pushing the roots of a plant into the soil with gentle pats. He didn't want to startle her and so waited till he was closer.

Lincoln watched the girl as he came closer, her head twitched in his direction but didn't turn and he could see one of her hands reach back for something in her boot. When Lincoln was a meter away from her and about to call out Clarke turned and lunged, pressing the grounder against the metal wall of her new home and pressing a knife to his throat.

"What are you-? Lincoln?" She searched his face and slowly took the knife away, releasing her grip on him.

"Sorry. I've had to be careful."

"I'm glad you have been. Clarke we need you to-"

The girl interrupted again, turning back to her plants.

"I'm not going back just because you ask me to. I'm doing well here, I've found a home and I can sleep eight hours most nights now I don't need anything screwing that u-"

This time Lincoln interrupted.

"It's Bellamy." The girls head turned slowly, suspiciously, and she narrowed her eyes at him.

"What about Bellamy? If he wants me to come back so bad why didn't he come himself?"

Lincoln shook his head with a somber expression.

"He's sick Clarke."

She was still suspicious of him but Lincoln could see the slow growing panic in her eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"He hasn't been handling things well since the mountain. Octavia and I have been trying but he wasn't eating or sleeping and when the sickness came he was too weak to fight it off. It's worse."

Clarke was breathing heavier now and she moved closer to Lincoln not wanting to miss or misinterpret any word.

"How bad is it?"

"Your mother called it pneumonia, said his lungs are filling with fluid. He can't breathe and he hasn't woken up since he fell three days ago. Your mother says he needs antibiotics but they don't have any. I've heard of your tea that helped Jasper and Finn."

Clarke seemed to flinch at those names and she turned away from him.

"Bellamy isn't strong enough to fight this sickness without you Clarke. He needs that tea."

Lincoln couldn't see her face with her turned away from him but he watched as her blonde head bobbed in a nod. The girl started grabbing things, disappearing from her metal home and coming out with a bag full of supplies.

"We need to collect the seaweed from the river and I've got a few other plants that might help as well. Let's go."

The walk to the river was tense, with Clarke bursting with questions that she hadn't yet asked and Lincoln simply waiting for her to ask. He knew she understood what pneumonia was even if he didn't and he hoped she would know how to cure it.

They got to the river and Clarke waded in immediately, grabbing as much of the red seaweed as she could and stuffing into Lincolns pack. She was quiet, with her eyebrows scrunched in concentration and her face was wet though he couldn't tell if it was from tears or from river water.

AS they were walking back it became clear she was crying, her sniffles audible in the quiet woods. Finally she asked her questions.

"Just how bad is he?"

Lincoln watched her face carefully as he replied.

"Your mother was doing everything she could when I left but she said he might not be strong enough no matter what she did. His fever was too high and he could barely breathe. Octavia probably hasn't left his side still."

Clarke squeezed her eyes shut in a wince for a moment before opening them and carrying on.

"She must hate me."

Lincoln wasn't one for coddling but he did his best to be compassionate. He quite liked Clarke.

"She is angry, yes but I'm sure she'll be more than grateful that you're back to help her brother. The other's will be happy to see you too."

The blonde shook her head.

"I doubt it. How's Jasper been? And Monty and Raven?"

Lincoln knew she would worry about them.

"Jasper is hardly himself, Octavia has been quite worried for him but has had to focus on Bellamy. Harper's been taking care of him. Monty's okay and Raven is doing well. How have you been?"

Clarke shrugged. "Better then you guys. I shouldn't have left, it was selfish of me to leave all that responsibility and guilt with Bellamy."

She sniffed again and her voice was thick with emotion. "This is my fault."

Lincoln didn't argue but didn't blame her either so simply replied with "We're almost there. You'll see him soon."

She nodded as they continued to walk.

Clarke starting running when the camp walls came into sight. Her breathing was ragged from the exercise and the emotions the sight brought. Lincoln knew there would be people at the gate waiting for her arrival and hoped one of them would be able to tell them if Bellamy's state had worsened.

There was shouting and the gates were opened before they even reached the entrance and the two rushed inside, Clarke running ahead to the medical tent while Lincoln slowed a little to allow Monty to run alongside him.

"He's been getting worse I could hear Octavia crying from all the way across the camp but Abby wouldn't let anyone else in."

The grounder picked up speed and finally made his way into the med tent.

Octavia was yelling at Clarke while the blonde stood there with her hands over her mouth and wide eyes focused on Bellamy.

He looked bad. Worse than when he left. The soldier was pale but had red spots of fever on his cheeks and his breathing was so ragged and shallow he could hear the boys breathing from the doorway. He sounded like he was drowning and he probably was. There were blankets and padding stuffed behind him to hold his chest and head up in an attempt to help him breathe. It wasn't working.

"I'll kill you if he dies Clarke! You should have been here! This is your fault and you're going to fix it or I swear to god I'll-"

Lincoln pulled the hysterical girl into his arms to stop her yelling and she buried her face into his chest as she sobbed.

Clarke was still staring at Bellamy but wiped her eyes with a determined hand and took a deep breath. She was in doctor mode now.

"Someone needs to get my mum in here and I need water and something to boil it with."

Monty, who was listening at the doorway, scampered off to find everything, returning only a few minutes later. Octavia had calmed down by the time the kid entered holding a big pot of water with the help of Miller, Abby following behind them.

"Oh Clarke I'm so glad you're-"

"Mum. Later." Clarke could only focus on her soldier in the bed. All she could think about was saving him.

Miller and Monty got the pot of water boiling and Clarke opened her bag and got to work.

She threw the seaweed in, adding a few other flowers and roots to the water as well, stirring the concoction and watching the water turn red. She sat on the edge of Bellamy's bed and asked her mother about his condition, nodding and turning back to her bag for something.

Clarke hesitated, looking at the man as he struggled to breathe before the determined look returned to her eyes and she unfolded a pouch in her lap.

It held a sort or cream that was cloudy and watery and Lincoln could smell it from where he stood a few meters away. The girl tentatively smeared it on Bellamy's heaving chest and neck before tucking the blankets back over him. Abby laid another cool cloth on Bellamy's forehead and took his pulse once again as Clarke checked the tea.

She looked to Octavia, eyes lowered but voice stern. "Get him to drink the tea every few hours, it's an antibiotic and has a relaxant in it to help his body get some rest. When his breathing gets better e can try feeding him something to get his strength up."

Octavia sat with her brother and held his hand, looking at the glistening smears on his chest.

"What was that stuff you put on him?"

Clarke came to slowly sit beside the siblings, laying a hand on Bellamy's knee.

"It should help him breathe and clear his lungs. It's made from a plant I found in the woods."

Octavia nodded but didn't take her eyes off her brother.

"Thank you for coming Clarke. I'm still mad at you for what you did. The bomb, leaving us, leaving my Bell. You're important to him and when you left…. He couldn't look after everyone and himself at the same time. He was worried about you and trying to deal with the guilt from what you guys did and it was too much without you here to help him. I know you needed your time too…. Just, thank you. For coming back."

She looked at Clarke only for her last words, though her voice was thick with tears. Clarke was crying too.

"I care about him too. I'm sorry I left. I just couldn't bear to see everyone after what I did and what I did to Bellamy. This is my fault and I'm so sorry. I'll do everything I can to make him better."

Octavia looked at the girl in the eyes this time and let out a small smile.

"I know you will." Octavia hadn't forgiven Clarke but she didn't doubt for a second that Clarke would do everything she could for Bellamy. And Bellamy was all that mattered right now.