Two days later.
Bellamy had dried blood along his body mixed with new. His entire body was agony. It was difficult for him to breath without feeling a sense of pain. He even had several burns located in different areas on the body. One was on his foot, another the side of his stomach, on his ear and the fourth one on his upper back. The room was empty- Bellamy was all alone in a room that gave him no joy. He stood hanging to the ceiling and draped to where his tip of his toes glazed the stone floor. Bellamy felt all hope lost from every ounce in his body. His nerves sent the feeling of regret and desperation.
The doors opened and Bellamy's face quickly shaped into a stern strong one. An act well presented. He waited for the guards to enter but the didn't. Instead he saw Clarke sprint to him. She looked tired and weak but that ceased to matter. Clarke lunged to his chains and broke them with a metal bar she found in the neolithic style hallway. Bellamy fell into her arms as he was released from the straining cuffs. All the sensation in his fingers were vaporized. He found he had the inability to control his muscle movement. His wrists were had serious contusion. The nerves were obviously damaged permanently.
Clarke lifted him while he was leaning on her shoulder. She pretty much carried him out of the room. Bellamy felt so relieved to see her. He was about give up. "Come on," she encouraged him knowing their time frame was relatively short. She dragged him to the hallway where Monty and Harper were waiting. Monty grabbed the other side of Bellamy and helped carry him.
"Octavia is downstairs with Lincoln. We don't have much time. Nathan has the truck started but it's not long," Monty panted.
"Lincoln," Bellamy whispered with such effort from the weakness of his bones.
"Lincoln snuck and set up a plan. He took some already a few miles out about an hour ago, the grounders are at some event every year. Kane met those kids and took them back to Arkadia. Lincoln knew they'd be gone. He had to take out a few people but for him it was no trouble. He's waiting and we have to hurry," Clarke said.
They went as fast as they could to Lincoln and Octavia below ground Level and then the group of six moved through the palace to to a tunnel and into the military truck. As they started the engine grounders came running after them. The car left so fast out of the building that it left skid marks.
Bellamy was seriously injured and while in the car Clarke assuaged his wounds.
"How is he?" Octavia asked from the front seat. Worry was all she felt for her darling older brother.
"He's hurt badly. I don't know. Bones are probably broken and there's serious damage," Clarke analyzed the injuries.
The ride was long. Clarke spent the ride treating to Bellamy and everyone else did nothing.
They arrived back at their camp. They moved Bellamy into the infirmary and Abby treated him. Clarke watched her work on him. In the middle of it, Bellamy was so hurt Clarke knew he needed to know he wasn't alone. She just knew. She reached for his hand and held it. She rubbed her forefinger across the surface of his hand. And he knew she wouldn't leave his side.