Chapter Eight – The Crash

Flashback

Clarke could see the flashing blue lights, someone was finally going to help them. Them. Wells. She tried so desperately to look to her right to meet Wells' calm eyes to reassure her that they were going to be fine. Clarke couldn't move, she was trapped. Panic filled her body and screams filled the air, but they weren't hers. The sound of Wells squirming in his seat, trying to escape, made her blood curdle. He was so helpless and so was she.

"Miss, we're going to get you out of here, just hold on." The sound of the male's voice pulling her out of her trance.

"You've got to help him, he's hurt, please help him," Clarke cried. She still couldn't move, she still couldn't see Wells.

"What's your name, miss?" Clarke could hear the car door being pulled from its hinges.

"Clarke, but you need to help Wells, help him first." She was reluctantly freed from the car and pulled towards the ambulance. Simple medical tests were done and questions were asked, but Clarke couldn't concentrate, Wells' screams still filled the air.

She looked down and saw her clothes covered with blood, her blood. Clarke was used to it, she was training to be a doctor after all, but seeing her own blood leaving her body was a different feeling.

Clarke watched as a body was rolled passed her, covered with a black body bag, the driver of the other car. She felt as though her head was too heavy for her body, and before she could say anything, she fell to the floor.

When Clarke opened her eyes, she found that she was a bright, white room. She tried to sit up, but a pain in her side prevented her.

"Hey, hun. How you feeling?" Jake rubbed his eye and smiled dearly at his daughter.

"Like I've just woken up with the world's worst hangover," Clarke joked. Jake's eyes moved from Clarke's to the corner of the room, she followed his eyes and found Bellamy asleep in the corner.

"I thought that only family members were allowed?" Clarke listened as Bellamy snored quietly, his mouth slightly open.

"Well according to Blake, you're together." Clarke snapped her head back towards her father.

"We are not together," Clarke hissed. She heard Bellamy move in his chair, but when she looked he was still asleep.

"I know, he made that perfectly clear. He just wanted to make sure you were alright." Clarke turned back to her father. She could see he was holding something back. That's when she remembered why she was in the white room. Wells.

"Where's Wells? I want to see Wells." Clarke tried, once again, to sit up, Jake tried to stop her. Her heart monitor began to beep uncontrollably.

"Clarke, you need to rest." Jake panicked as Clarke tried to remove her wires.

"No, I need to see Wells. Why won't you let me see him?" Clarke yelled. Bellamy finally woke and looked around to find Clarke trying to stand.

"Clarke, you need to calm down." Bellamy tried frantically to stop Clarke from harming herself anymore, he wrapped his muscular arms around her fragile body. Clarke turned to face him.

"Tell me where Wells is and I'll stop!" She yelled. Clarke heard the footsteps of nurses coming to stop her. Jake put up his hand to stop them from coming any further.

"He didn't make it." Her father's voice full of sorrow. Clarke looked at her father and noticed the tears forming in his eyes.

"You're lying!" Clarke screamed.

"I'm so sorry." Jake's head dropped to look at the floor. She turned to look at the eldest Blake, whose arms were still encasing her body.

"Bell…" She whispered. He nodded.

Clarke couldn't remember the last time she cried, she never cried, she believed it made her weak, but this time she didn't care. Tears streamed down her face and her body shook as she sobbed into Bellamy's chest.

"It's ok, everything's going to be ok," Bellamy whispered in her ear as they rocked back and forth as he rubbed small circles on her back. She cried for hours, and Bellamy left her side. Jake had been told that Thelonious had finally made it to the hospital and excused himself to go and speak with his friend. Clarke finally fell to sleep in the early hours of the morning.

The Next Day

Clarke woke to find Lexa looking at her chart at the bottom of the bed, she stirred and caused Lex to look up from the file.

"I'm so sorry, Clarke." Clarke had never heard the commander's voice so small.

"Where's my Dad?"

"He and Bellamy went to get coffee."

"Bellamy's still here?"

"It took your Dad about ten minutes to persuade him to leave you. He seems really nice Clarke." Clarke tried to smile.

"Thanks." The girls turned when they heard footsteps and saw Bellamy entering the room holding a coffee and a bottle of water.

"Hey doc, don't worry the coffee is for me." Lexa smiled, she turned, said goodbye to Clarke and left.

"If you want a drink, I won't tell," Bellamy smirked. He sat down in the chair next to the bed and handed Clarke the bottle of water.

"Where's my Dad?" She lifted the bottle to her lips and winced as her side filled with pain.

"Abby just arrived, your Dad's talking to her." He smiled.

"Bell, can I ask you something?"

"Of course, Princess." Bellamy reached for her hand and their fingers intertwined.

"What happened? I mean the accident. How did he, um, you know?" Clarke could feel the tears starting to form.

"The other driver, she wasn't supposed to be behind the wheel. Apparently she'd had an argument with her mom just before she went out, they said that she wasn't concentrating on the road and didn't noticed your car coming towards her. You tried to swerve but she hit you anyway, the car kept going and you ended up hitting a tree, the other driver's car flipped. It wasn't your fault Clarke, it wasn't anyone's fault." Bellamy stroked her hand and continued to speak.

"When you swerved, the angle of the car meant that Wells' side took most of the impact of the crash. Wells had a lot of internal damage. The hospital… They tried everything they could Clarke, but it was too late. I'm so sorry." Clarke wiped the tears from her eyes.

"The other driver, who was she?"

"Charlotte Harton." Clarke felt her stomach drop, she had been working on Charlotte's case the day of the accident.

"Lexa told me you knew her." Bellamy continued to stroke her hand but avoided looking at her face. They sat in silence for the next twenty minutes, he never let go of her hand.

"You know you don't have to stay, I'll be fine if you want to go home." Clarke smiled.

"Are you trying to tell me to go home, Princess?" He smirked.

"Well I'm feeling a bit tired so I don't want you to just sit here whilst I sleep, it's a little creepy."

"Well when you put it that way…" Bellamy laughed.

"Plus, you're starting to smell bad," She joked. Bellamy released her hand and pushed it away playfully, Clarke realised that she missed the warmth of his hand.

"Thanks for the lovely comments, Princess. I'm still coming back later though, Octavia would never forgive me if I didn't' make sure that you're ok." Bellamy rose from his seat, leant down and kissed her forehead. Clarke blushed.

"I'll see you later?" Clarke nodded. Bellamy left the room and Clarke let her eyes close, but she couldn't fall to sleep. She heard footsteps and opened her eyes, expecting to find her father, to find Finn Collins, holding a bouquet of flowers and an envelope.

"I heard about the accident, I wanted to make sure that you're doing ok. I've been waiting for Blake to leave, he doesn't know when he's outstayed his welcome." He was smiling brightly at her.

"You need to leave." Clarke hissed. Finn walked towards her and sat on the bed.

"Clarke, please don't be like this. I…"

"We slept together once, we talked twice before that night, why do I mean so much to you?" Clarke asked.

"Clarke, you're an amazing woman…"

"Leave."

"Clarke, please…"

"Leave."

"Fine, but at some point, you'll want to speak to me, and I'll be waiting." He stood and left. Clarke couldn't help but laugh at how strange he sounded. She knew that there was no possibility of her getting any sleep, so she opened the laptop her father had brought her and decided to look at the local news.

MAYOR'S SON KILLED IN TRAGIC ACCIDENT

Wells Jaha, son of Mayor Thelonious Jaha, passed away on Tuesday night after being involved in a tragic car accident. The young teacher was taken to Ark Memorial Hospital, but sadly passed away in the late hours of the night. Clarke Griffin, childhood friend and driver of Jaha's car, escaped the crash with few injuries, involving a piece of metal lodged in her side, and is currently receiving treatment at Ark Memorial, where Griffin is a also trainee doctor.

Clarke shut her laptop quickly and cried uncontrollably. Her cries filled the room. She couldn't help but think that she was the one who was driving, she crashed the car, but she lived and he didn't. For the second night in a row, Clarke cried herself to sleep. Her best friend was gone, and it was all her fault.

I'm sorry for the wait, school has been hectic and I had cold once again. I'm hoping I can get a new chapter up once a week. Thank you so much for all the reviews, you're all amazing, keep reviewing :)