Ok guys I know you saw a completely different side of Bellamy in the last chapter, but I thought I'd introduce you to the Bellamy you'll see a lot more of in the next chapters. In this one you'll see bits of both his soft and caring side and his usual self.

Bellamys POV

He sighed and leaned back against the pits wall, soaked in his own sweat and Clarkes blood. She'd lost a lot of blood, but he'd managed to stop the bleeding for now. Her heart rate had almost slowed down to its usual, but she was still burning hot. He'd done what he could, but he was no healer like she was. He'd leaned how to stop a bleeding as he trained to become a member of the guard on the ark, but he had no idea how to stop a fever. He needed her guidance for that part.

"Clarke," he gently shook her to wake her up, though he didn't count on her waking up. When she didn't respond, he sunk back against the wall, eyes closed. He couldn't do this. If she died, he wouldn't know what to do. How would he run camp by himself? Who else could he trust with that big a task? Maybe Miller, but... he didn't want Miller. He wanted Clarke. He was instantly pulled out of his thoughts as a cold hand touched his. He opened his eyes and to his amazement he saw Clarke had woken up.

"Clarke! Are you ok?" He asked, feeling her forehead again. Maybe it was just his imagination playing with him, but he thought he felt a slight drop in the heat.

Clarkes POV

Clarke woke up to someone saying her name. Hey eyelids were too heavy to open, and she was struggling trying to place the voice. It sounded so familiar, so safe. Her eyelids finally gave up, and she opened her eyes. It took her a few seconds to realize where she was. A cramped, dirty pit. The grounder trap. Which meant… she tilted her head to see Bellamy sitting next to her with his eyes closed. Why was her entire body aching every time she took a deep breath? And why did Bellamy seem so sad? Before she realized what she was doing, she'd already placed her hand on top of his to comfort him. A shiver went through him, and he opened his eyes.

"Clarke! Are you ok?" he asked, laying a cold hand on her forehead. Why wouldn't she be ok? She nodded, sending a throb of pain all the way down to her leg. She tried to look down at her leg, slowly lifting herself up. Bellamys arms were around her in an instant, carrying her up into a sitting position.

"What happened?" she asked his in a rusty voice, her throat feeling sore as if it hadn't been used in days. Bellamy looked puzzled at her.

"We fell into the grounders trap and you hurt your leg." He explained, giving her a worried look. Suddenly everything came back, amongst that the pain in her leg. She looked down at it and saw a neat tourniquet wrapped around her leg, right above the spot her wound would have to be. Around the wound was a t-shirt soaked in blood. That's when she realized Bellamy weren't wearing anything but his pants, and she was sitting quite close to him. She felt the color stream to her face and turned away so he wouldn't see. But she felt his strong hand around her chin, slowly facing her head towards his.

"Are you feeling ok Clarke?" he asked again, not noticing her blushing. She cleared her throat.

"Yeah, I'm good." She said. Clarke. He wouldn't call her that unless something was really wrong. Suddenly she remembered that she didn't do the tourniquet.

"Wait, did you do this?" she asked pointing at her leg. He smiled proudly.

"Yeah, I did." He said. She was impressed. "But, uhm, you should probably look at it. I don't know how to stop fever or infection or anything like that." He said and the worried look was back on his face. She nodded.

"Thank you Bellamy." She said catching his eyes and not letting him go. "I don't think I'd survived without that tourniquet." He looked humbly away.

"Oh that was nothing. You'd done it for me, right Princess?" he smirked at her.

"Yeah," she said. "I would." As she said it, she felt something rise inside of her, something she couldn't quite describe. But I'd have to wait. She gently started removing Bellamys shirt from the wound. As she had removed all of it, she passed it to him mumbling thanks. She could think about thanking him properly later. Right now, she needed to fix herself. She looked down at the wound and sighed in relief. It wasn't as bad as she'd thought.

"You got to be a little more clear than that, Princess. Is that a good sigh or a bad sigh? I've been up all night worrying about you, and I'd like to relax now." Bellamy said from behind her. Up all night worrying about you. She knew it was so girly to cling on the things like that, but she couldn't help herself at smiling widely.

"It's a good sigh. You made it sound much worse." She explained. He opened his mouth about to tell her all about how she'd passed out and he didn't know what to do, but shut it again. That story could wait.

"Good." He said instead.

"However, the wound is infected, and I need my medical supplies at camp to stop the spreading, because if it reaches my heart, I'm as good as dead." She said in a professional voice. She'd completely forgotten who she was talking to and when she turned around to face him, he was as pale as a ghost and she realized her mistake. Why did you have to say that Clarke? She thought, giving herself a mental slap.

"WHAT!?" Bellamy yelled. "We do not even know how to get out of here! It could be days before someone finds us, assuming the Grounders don't come first and kills us! And even if someone miraculously finds us soon, we still have about a half a days walk back to camp! You'd be dead before that! Clarke for gods sake-"

"Bellamy, just calm down!" she yelled back and he instantly shut up. "The infection won't reach my heart for at least another week, but we do need to find a way out of here."

Bellamy seemed to calm a bit down after hearing that, but he still acted pissed as it was some how her fault. She was about to question him, but he was already on his feet with her in his arms.

"Ok Princess. If I lift you up, can you reach the edge?" he said, lifting her up in his strong arms. She reached for the edge, but was still a few inches from reaching it.

"No Bellamy, I can't reach it. We have to find ano-" she said, but got interrupted by herself as she screamed. Bellamy felt her being torn from his hands and looked up to see the last thing he'd counted on seeing. Above his head stood Lincoln holding Clarke around her neck, as she turned blue in choking.

"NO!" Bellamy screamed as he felt the anger rise inside of him.