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Clarke woke to Octavia's crying. It had been two days since she had gotten back to Camp Jaha and she hadn't yet left Bellamy's tent. Octavia had been there even longer and still refused to leave her brother.

Staying quiet as she woke Clarke peeked up from her position in her chair; head in her folded arms as she sat near the edge of the tent. Octavia was in her usual spot beside her brother, holding his hand and crying over him. She was talking to him; soft, desperate pleas that Clarke was afraid to overhear.

The medic closed her eyes again, trying to go back to sleep in order to give the siblings some privacy but the whispers found their way to her ears anyway.

"Please wake up Bell, please just open your eyes or squeeze my hand and let me know you're okay. I can't be on this earth without you, I don't want to. You promised to protect me. Just…..wake up Bell." She sobbed, great heaving breaths that made her sound as though she were suffocating.

Clarke realized she was hyperventilating, panicked at the thought of her brother leaving her. Worried, she looked up to where the girl was pressing her face to Bellamy's shoulder, one hand in his hair and the other on his cheek. Clarke felt tears of her own fall down her face at the sight of someone so close to losing all that mattered to her.

With her face pressed to her big brothers shirt, Octavia's words were muffled, but in the small tent Clarke could still hear them.

"I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid."

Clarke felt the same terror Octavia had in her voice. Bellamy didn't seem to be responding to the treatments she had been giving. She fed him tea every few hours and did her best to get his fever down but nothing was working. He was pale, save for the red blush of fever on his cheeks and the bruises around his eyes. And he was getting thin. Raven had said he had been losing weight ever since they got back from Mount Weather. Ever since she left. Btu now, unconscious, he couldn't eat what he needed to offer his body any strength, and the soup they fed him only did so much.

His labored breathing was exhausting just to listen to, the struggle he made to simply breathe. If he didn't show signs of improvement soon…

Clarke buried her face back into her arms, where her tears could fall into the fabric of her shirt without anyone noticing.

…

When Clarke woke again Octavia was tear stain free and helping Raven wipe Bellamy's skin down with cool cloths. His fever was persistent and hadn't yet broken. Raven was chatting to Bellamy and was the first to notice Clarke as she woke and moved towards them.

"-But it's okay I'll get it fixed by tomorrow. Wick said he could get it done by lunch today but honestly he's dreaming if he thinks he can get the compressor working by then without my help. Hey Clarke's here, not like she's left-"

The mechanic gave Clarke an admonishing look before going back to wiping her cool cloth down the boys neck and shoulder.

"-But she'll get you fixed up in no time."

Clarke had been so relieved to see Raven, as well as the others, doing okay and she was beyond grateful that most of them were happy to have her back.

She still hadn't seen Jasper but she couldn't blame him. Raven had been making sure Clarke took care of herself and not just her patient. After all her time as the only doctor of a group of delinquents living on earth she knew that she couldn't help anyone if she didn't take care of herself but it was hard to think of anything but Bellamy.

She couldn't eat without thinking of how skinny and weak his body was, couldn't leave the tent without seeing his face when she left him at those gates, and couldn't sleep without thinking he might never wake up.

She pushed the dark thoughts away and focused on the cool water dripping down her hands as she took a wet rag and folded it for Bellamy's forehead. Clarke placed the compress on and took one of his limp wrists, monitoring his heart rate as she watched his chest rise and fall.

It may have been her own wishful thinking but she thought his heartbeat might have been stronger than the last time she checked. Wanting to be sure, the blonde placed his wrist down and pressed her fingers to his neck instead. If she hadn't been watching him so closely she might not have noticed when he moved. The tiniest crease appeared in the space between his eyebrows and his head rolled minutely towards her.

She was about to say something when Octavia jumped up from her chair.

"He squeezed my hand!" All three girls looked towards his twitching fingers in his sister's face and back to his face. Clarke leaned close to his face, fingers resting against his flushed cheek.

"Bellamy? Can you hear me? I need you to open your eyes." The room was silent in anticipation, the only sounds were the labored breaths of the boy they were so eagerly watching.

He was exhausted and slow but his eyes flickered and opened just enough for Clarke to see his beautiful brown irises. Clarke could see his eyes were unfocused and he probably didn't even know they were there, and then, a few seconds after they opened, they closed again.

When he didn't open them again or move after a few moments Octavia looked at Clarke.

"Is he okay? He woke up, for a few seconds, but that's good right?"

Clarke let a real smile warm her face as tears filled her eyes. He was okay.

"Yes. It's very good."

Raven looked unconvinced. "After all that waiting, a few seconds of him staring at the ceiling is all we get?" She sounded offended, as if she'd been cheated out of something and Clarke laughed, a little hysteria creeping in because she had been so worried but he was going to be fine.

"He's exhausted, he's still fighting off the pneumonia but he'll get stronger and will wake for longer periods as he gets better. We aren't going to lose him."

The blonde looked down at her once co-leader, smile still firmly on her face. She felt like she could say it a million times. He's okay.

Clarke heard a sniffle and turned to see Octavia staring at her brother, still holding his hand and stroking his fingers. When Octavia noticed Clarke looking at her she looked back and smiled before letting go of Bellamy's hand and instead wrapping her arms around Clarke. She squeezed her tight, all her gratitude pouring out of her arms and into the embrace.

"Thank you for saving him."

Clarke hugged the girl back looking at Bellamy over her shoulder.

"Thanks for bringing me back."