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Clarkes POV
"Oh you've got to be kidding me!" Clarke hissed. This was so not what she needed right now. She already slept next to a topless Bellamy within the last 24 hours and now she was sitting on his lap in a cramped space? Really?
Bellamys POV
Did she ever stop talking and worrying about every damn thing? Sure, he could see how this was a pretty bad situation, but the Grounders weren't coming for a while, and when they did, they had guns. Had she already forgotten?
"Clarke. Relax, ok? This isn't that ba-" she cut him off before he could finish the sentence.
"Isn't that bad? We're in a Grounder trap! How can this not be a bad situation? They're probably coming to torture us soon. Omg, we're going to get tortured. Why did you have to torture Lincoln? They know about what we did to him, of course they know. What did we do? No, what did you do? This is all your fault!" she yelled at him. He just looked at her, waiting for her to calm down. Clarke took a few deep breaths before meeting his eyes with a guilty look in them.
"I'm sorry Bellamy. I didn't mean that. I don't know why I said that. I just got a bit scared, and I-" now it was his turn to cut her off.
"I don't think 'a bit scared' is what you were, Princess." He said smirking at her. She gave him a look, just about to bite back, but instead she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"I'm not gonna get pissed at you right now, cause there's nowhere for me to go, but please try not to get on my nerves for once?" she said. It wasn't until she said it he realized just how small the trap was. She was practically sitting in his lap. No, stretch that. She was sitting in his lap. A silly smirk came across his face as he looked down. It disappeared in a second though, because as he looked down he saw a huge dark spot on Clarkes pants, right above the knee.
"Whoa, Clarke, are you alright?" he asked her, his voice thick with concern. She looked confused, but then following his gaze down to her leg and gasped in surprise.
"What the hell?" she said. Bellamy gently laid his hand on her leg and when he lifted it, it was all covered in blood. For the first time since they fell into the trap, he was scared. He could practically feel all the colour wash off his face.
"Clarke, we need to stop the bleeding." She looked up at him (even though she sat on top of him, she still had to crane her neck to look him in the eyes) with a slightly surprised look in her eyes.
"I know," she mumbled still looking a bit puzzled at him. "Are you okay Bellamy?"
"What me? Yeah I'm fine. We need to stop the bleeding. Take off your pants." He said firmly. She shot him an astonished look.
"Excuse me?" she said. Now he was the one looking puzzled at her. He sighed and shook his head.
"Come on Clarke. Would you rather die from blood loss than taking of your pants in my presence? I have seen a girls legs before, you know." He smirked saying the last sentence. She rolled her eyes resignedly and tried to stand up, but fell the instant she laid weight on her hurt leg, she stumbled and fell on top of Bellamy yet again. He let out a grunt of pain through his gritted teeth.
"Okay Princess. Let me help you." He lifted her up easily and laid her on her back across his legs. When he started to unzip her jeans, she slapped him over his fingers.
"Ouch! Would you stop that? I'm actually trying to help you!" he said annoyed. Was she incapable of letting other people help her? Ugh, she went on his nerves like no one else could, not even Octavia. He tried to unzip her pants once again, this time without her slapping him. He slowly pulled off he pants, the good leg first. The other leg was much more difficult. Some of the blood had already dried and was now working like a sort of glue, sticking her pants to her leg.
"Sorry Princess, but this is gonna hurt." He said, but before he could do anything, she'd taken his left hand and clung tight to it. He squeezed her hand for a moment, then ripping off the fabric that clung to her leg. She screamed in pain, and he looked down at her face, wiping away a tear from the corner of her eye.
"Shh, the worst part's over now Princess." He said in a calm voice as he gently stroke her across her cheek. He couldn't explain the feeling rising inside of him as he looked at her. It wasn't anything he'd ever experienced before. But no matter what it was, it'd have to wait. Right now Clarke needed him. He looked down at the wound on her leg and gasped. It was worse than he'd thought. He couldn't do this. But he knew who could.
"Uhm, Clarke? I think I'm going to need some help here. I don't really know what to do." She didn't respond and as he looked up at her she was lying completely still, eyes shut.
"Oh no, no, no, no, Clarke! Clarke, wake up. Please Clarke. Please, come on, wake up!" he yelled and shook her to make her wake up. He felt his sight get blurry and something wet stream down his face. He hadn't cried in so long, he forgot what it felt like. He couldn't loose her. He needed her.
"Clarke… please. Wake up. I beg you. I need you."
No, a tiny voice inside of him said. She needs you, not the other way around. He knew the voice was right. He felt her pulse. Still beating. If he didn't help her, she would die. He wiped the tears aggressively away.
"Don't worry Clarke. I'm right here. I'm gonna help you." He knew she wasn't listening, but he said it anyway, mostly to calm himself.