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Healing hearts Chapter …16 Clarke

She was escorted to the entrance of the basement by the same young girl that braided her hair the previous day. The timid girl stopped outside the entrance and told the large guard that Clarke was allowed to visit the Sky Warrior. Clarke thought it was odd that such a young girl gave orders to the big man; she looked to be only around 12 of 13 years of age. The Guard unbolted the heavy oak door and pulled it open, allowing Clarke entrance. Stepping inside, she turned towards the young girl. "Are you coming?" Clarke asked.

"I'll be here when you're done," the girl answered. She then turned and sat in a wooden chair on the opposite wall.

Clarke turned and made her way down the corridor. There were tiny dim lights high near the ceiling. She thought it looked like it had fallen into a state of neglect. Stone walls, echoing the steps she took. It had an eerie feeling. The air was cold and damp with a moldy smell. She could hear the echo of dripping water coming from an unknown source.

She noticed where the guards were posted; inside and outside each door. She passed several closed cell doors, all unguarded but bolted shut. She wondered if they had hostages inside, suffering and forgotten. The only cell guarded was Bellamy's.

"I've come to see the prisoner," Clarke said with authority. "Speaker Shane sent me." Echo had tipped her on how to talk to the guards. She had to show authority. Most of them did anything to avoid the speaker's wrath, and the mention of her name, usually worked.

The guard opened the door. Clarke was nervous. She had never been nervous of Bellamy before, but she remembered when Lincoln was a reaper and the thought of Bellamy being turned into one, she was afraid she couldn't handle it. Shane claimed he wasn't one, but his actions in the arena were nothing like the Bellamy she knew. She also harbored fears that he may tell her Ice Nation had attacked and killed everyone. Clarke had no idea of what she would find when she stepped into the cell.

She stepped into the room and let her eyes adjust to the dimness. She saw him. He was lying on his back, his ankle chained to the wall. "Clarke turned and looked at the guard. "Leave us," she ordered.

"He's too dangerous," said the guard.

"I'll take my chances, now leave us," ordered Clarke again.

The guard turned and left, shutting the door.

Clarke quickly went to him. She slowly knelt down and looked at his face. His eyes were closed. His thick brown lashed lying against the freckles that spilled across his cheeks. His hair plastered against his forehead, he felt hot, and feverish. His breath was shallow and labored.

She saw his arm was in a makeshift brace, as if it had been broken.

"Bellamy, what have they done to you" Clarke whispered quietly to herself. She wanted to take him in her arms and give him comfort as tears welled up in her eyes at the sight of him.

"Bellamy, can you hear me?" she said louder so he could hear. "Bellamy, it's me." She held her hand against the side of his cheek, and looked into his face. His eyes cracked open slightly.

"They focused on her briefly. "Clarke?" he mumbled. His eyes looked sad.

"Don't look at me…just leave me here…" he barely was able to say, trying to hold back tears forming in his eyes. He tried turning his head away from her as he squeezed his eyes shut. He was embarrassed that she saw the monster he had become.

"I'm not leaving here without you, do you hear me? You have to hang in there," Clarke said as she dried her tears.

Clarke stood up and went to the door, she banged on it. The guard opened the door. "Get me some water, rags and a cup or something, quick," She demanded.

"He don't need nothin'," said the guard with a sneer.

"If I don't get his fever down, he's going to die. Do you think that Shane is going to happy to know he won't be at the games tomorrow because YOU let him die?" she asked.

The guard looked over Clarke's shoulder at Bellamy. He hated the thought of doing anything for the Sky Warrior. He wished he had done more damage than breaking his arm and a few ribs. He wished he could be the one to kill him, but at least with the beating he gave Bellamy, it assured that he wouldn't win at the sword fight tomorrow.

Reluctantly he turned to get water.

Clarke went back to Bellamy. She looked at his arm, it was swollen and splinted, but she couldn't do much more for him here. She felt his other arm and down both legs, checking for any more breaks. She didn't find any. The guard came in with a bucket half full of water, a dirty rag and ladle. Dropped it carelessly and walked out.

She opened his shirt. He still had his green tee shirt on so all she could do was to pull it up and check for injuries. He cracked his eyes open again. "Your still here," he said through ragged breath. "Forget me…" he mumbled.

Clarke scooped some water with the ladle and with her hand behind his head; she lifted it and held the water to his lips. "Try to drink," she said. He drank some, but a lot of it ran down his chin. She scooped more and tried again. He drank a little more. His eyes cracked open, and then they rolled back as his eyes closed again.

Clarke dipped the rag into the bucket of water and wiped his face, his neck. She used the wet rag to wipe the hair away from his forehead, before placing it across. She held both her hands to his cheeks and turned his face towards her. Leaning down close enough to him to feel his breath, she spoke to him softly, "we're getting you out of here. You hear me? I'm never going to forget you, ever." Without even thinking, she lightly kissed his lips, as the tears fell down her cheeks. She wished they were in some other place and time. Maybe she could win his heart. She had never known she had these feelings, but knowing she may lose him, seeing him in such bad shape was breaking her. Making her finally realize what her true feelings were. Making her realize how much she loved him.