Chapter 6
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Bellamy Point of View
"You win. I'll do it." I sat in defeat in front of Nygel who was playing chess by herself at the time.
"I knew you'd see that it would be in your best interest to accept my deal. I just wish I didn't have to be so…persuasive." Now I knew where the guards learned to be sadistic, it was a trait from this poor excuse for a human being.
"You'll start your job back on the Guard next week." She informed, continuing her game of chess.
"If any of your people ever go near Clarke again, I will wreak havoc." I threatened. "You have no idea what I am capable of." I whispered, my voice dark and low.
"Clarke will be safe, however, keep in mind that if you defy me or give me any reason to believe that you are working for the other side, I access to her…and that pretty little sister of yours. She's in lockup, full of criminals. Not everyone is being punished for being born, some committed real felonies." Nygel looked me in the eyes, promising that her threat was very far from empty and what scared me is that I believed her.
I stormed off and through the halls as I made my way back to medical. "Is she going to be okay Dr Griffin?" I asked, usually, it was Mrs Griffin or Abby but seeing as we were in medical and she was the doctor, it seemed appropriate.
"She'll be fine, just a mild concussion." Abby informed. "What happened?" She pressed.
"I don't know, she won't talk to me." My voice caught and I was surprised at how much it hurt that she wouldn't speak to me. "I got home from work and she was in the shower but she didn't respond so I knew something was wrong. I didn't mean to invade her privacy and I tried my hardest not to see anything." I defended myself like there'd be no tomorrow if I didn't. Abby was intimidating, as kind as she was, she was very intimidating.
"Bellamy, you're her husband. I'm not going to indict you for seeing your wife naked." She replied, her words saying the barest of what she really wanted to say and because she held her tongue I assumed it had something to do with the fact that our marriage was arranged. "I'm going to need to check you over too though, just to be on the safe side." She directed me to one of the private consultation rooms.
"Dr Griffin, I told you, I arrived home to the damage already been done. I wasn't in a fight, I'm fine." I tried to tell her but she didn't let up.

I woke up with a start, flying off the medical bed. "It's about time, you had me worried for a while there." Dr Griffin exclaimed.
"What happened? What did you do?" I accused.
"I did nothing. One minute you were sitting on the bed, I was checking you for any signs of a concussion and the next you were out cold." She explained, and I felt a pang of guilt for accusing her. "Your vital signs are healthy though so I'm releasing you. If you have any dizzy spells or blurred vision, come straight back. Take Clarke home with you, she's cleared to go too." Abby opened the door and left, barely even looking me in the eye. Something didn't feel right.
I found Clarke with ease and took her home, walking slower than she liked. I feared she would get sick again from her injury. "You didn't tell your mum what happened." I stated quietly.
"I told her, I just didn't give any details." Clarke replied, wobbling on her legs slightly.
"I can carry you home, I carried you to the med bay." I offered.
"Thank you but I can walk." My offer had been sincere, her response was cold.
I stayed quiet the rest of the walk, that was until she gripped the wall of the Ark to steady herself, at that point, I picked her up regardless of her protests. Being careful not to hit her head, I opened our door and kicked it close with my foot before laying her on her bed.
"You need to rest." I instructed before heading into the bathroom, turning the lamp on and the main light off on my way.

I punched the bathroom wall, how could I have let this happen? I stared at myself in the mirror, realising just how big a failure I was. I got my mother floated, my sister arrested, and my wife assaulted. I was going to find a way to take Nygel down, and her army of imposters.
It took nearly an hour to finally compose myself and when I left the bathroom, Clarke was sleeping soundly in her bed. I crept through the room, pulling the blankets up to cover her more on the way to my bed. It was colder tonight for some reason and I didn't want her getting cold.
"Bellamy?" A soft voice whispered through the night air.
"Yes, Princess?" I replied tiredly.
"Thank you, for everything." She said, making a small smile creep across my face.
"Anytime." I murmured after a pause. I wanted to say so much more but that was all I had courage for. I rolled over and pulled my blankets higher, feeling the cold more than I usually would.

A scuffling noise woke me from my light sleep. Movement on my bed made me confused and curious, it felt like another blanket was being placed overtop of me. Before I could ask what was going on, Clarke began into the single bed with me.
"You cold Princess?" I asked, moving over to make room. The single bed was too small for me so making room for another person was hard.
"Cold doesn't even begin to describe what I'm feeling." She whispered through her chattering teeth. I opened my arms, lifting the blanket up more so she could get comfortable easier. I was preparing myself for her cold feet, hands, and well, everything but it was one of those things where mental preparation did no good.
"Sorry." She whispered when I flinched from her cold touch.
"Don't be. You weren't kidding when you said you were cold. Why didn't you say something sooner?" I asked as I pulled her to me, her head resting on my arm and tucked under my chin. I could feel her breath on my neck and the coldness that radiated from her body. I asked a question I was sure I knew the answer to, but I guess a part of me just wanted to hear her say it.
"I guess I was just nervous, I didn't want to bother you." At those last words I realised that somewhere along the few weeks I'd known her, my tolerance and annoyance had turned into something more. I wouldn't call it love, but I wouldn't call it friendship either. It was something less but something more, it was something completely unknown to me.
"You're my wife, keeping you warm is not a bother." I scolded, feeling stupid for calling her my wife. I could have easily just said that it was no bother, but no, I had to bring the whole wife thing into it.
"Well, thank you." I could feel her smile against my bare skin.
"Maybe next time though, call me over to the bigger bed." I laughed, the smell of her hair reaching my nose. It smelled sweet, clean and just overall nice.
"We can move if you want." She offered, already moving to get up.
At first, I wanted to pull her back down but the bed was cramped enough with just me in it. "This is a lot better." She whispered after we'd made the move to the bigger bed.
"Yeah, there's not much room on the single bed." I replied, pulling her back into my arms. I could feel the confusion in her body as I reached for her but she quickly relaxed. Just because I was in the same bed as her didn't mean she was instantly warm, she needed the contact for my body warmth to reach her quicker, defrosting her.