I need a favor."

"Goodmorning to you too O." I said rolling my eyes at her greeting. "Seriously Bell, favor." She knew I'd give her nearly anything she asked so I wasn't quite sure why she was making such a big deal about whatever she had to ask me. "Five minutes I'm about to head out." "I need you to come stay with Clarke while Lincon and I are gone on vacation." She rambled out. I stopped in my tracks, "I'm sorry what did you say?" I knew I had to have heard her wrong. "She's sick Bell. Like sick sick, I don't feel good about leaving her here alone all week and literally everyone else is busy. I know that this is your off week and I know you two are fighting but I'm begging you here."

Clarke Griffin and I were friends, best friends in fact, at least most of the time. Except for the fact that I was completely in love with her and she would never in a million years see me the same way. I'd met her when she and Octavia had become roommates in their freshman year of college and while we couldn't stand each other at first over the years wed morphed into something more just not as more as I would have liked. And like O had said we were currently in a fight. It happened sometimes both of us too stubborn to be wrong, usually we'd be mad at each other for a few days and we'd get over it but this time we hadn't talked in over a month. And to be honest it really fucking sucked. Currently we were fighting over her girlfriend, and it wasn't even a jealousy thing, of course I was jealous but this was something different. Lexa was turning her into a different person. But Clarke didn't see it, she didn't see the crappy way Lexa treated her always expecting her to be at her beck and call. Ditching our friends, ditching me, for Lexa because she didn't fit in with our group. It felt like we were losing her and I hated it.

"Clarke doesn't get sick." Was my response, which was true. In the years I'd known her Clarke had never been sick enough to not push through. On the other side of the phone Octavia sighed, " I know you think I'm trying to set you up so the two of you will stop fighting but I'm not, she's sick Bellamy. She has the fucking flu and a bad case I've stayed at Lincs the last two nights but when I went to check on her today she's really rough. She won't go to the hospital insisting they won't do anything but send her home and tell her to rest and hydrate." She said. I wanted to drop my anger and rush to her side, take care of her but the Clarke I knew wouldn't allow that so easily. "Where's Lexa?" I asked, knowing Clarke she would have refused her girlfriend be allowed to take care of her thinking it would make her look weak of something stupid but I wanted to know why if she was so sick her girlfriend didn't care.

"She didn't tell you?" O asked surprised. In my chest my heart suddenly jumped, trying not to get my hopes up I cautiously asked what. "They broke up. Well, Clarke broke up with her like last week." At those words I was suddenly headed back to my bed room to pack a bag. "I'llbe there in an hour. She know I'm coming?" I asked trying to prepare myself for her attitude that was bound to come if she didn't. My little sister laughed, "Of course that would change your mind. And absolutely not. You know how she is and if you guys still haven't talked that means she's still being stubborn, almost like someone else I know." She teased. I put her on speaker phone throwing it to the bed packing a duffel of clothes for the week. I was only a short distance from her apartment but if Clarke was this bad off I didn't want to have to leave her. "Shut up, you knew I would have came anyways Lexa has nothing to do with Clarke and I. She's going to be pissed at you." She'd be mad at me too but I didn't really care, she was already mad at me so what did it matter. "I honestly don't think she has the energy to be mad, I'm not kidding Bell never seen her like this, I don't think she's moved from the couch in 24 hours." Zipping my bag I picked up my phone, "Don't worry. I'm on my way, I've got her."

The hour i had given myself turned into 45 minutes, and that was including the stop I'd made at the store to grab some essentials. Using my spare key I let myself into Octavia and Clarkes apartment, and even Os insistence that Clarke was really sick didn't prepare me to see her. Well part of her. On the couch was a lump of blankets Clarke's sleeping head poked out of the hood of a hoodie, a trash can and a ton of littered tissues lay on the floor. If I had been a murderer she'd have no idea, truly out of it. I put away the stuff I'd brought and texted Octavia that I was there. I then rolled up the sleeves of my Henley and walked over to the thermostat, her fever must be pretty bad because she had it set to nearly 80. Walking over to the couch I leaned down to place my hand on her forehead. Absolutely burning. I gave her a little shake, trying to gently wake her. Groaning she opened her eyes to look at me, "Hey Princess, looking pretty rough." Clearly confused she rubbed her eyes squinting at me, "Bellamy? What are you doing here?" She asked. "O called said you were pretty sick didn't want to leave you alone while she and Lincoln were on vacation." She coughed, trying her best to cover her mouth. "But you're mad at me." The fact that she didn't deny how sick she was said a lot. "And you're mad at me, but you're sick. What do you say we call a truce so I can take care of you?" She closed her eyes for a minute as if holding them open was the hardest thing in the world. "Kay. But just for today, I'll be better tomorrow." I smiled a little, there was the Clarke I knew.

"When's the last time you had medicine you're burning up." I asked, going to the counter to look at all the medicine I had bought. "I don't know a while ago, probably could use some more." Grabbing the medicine and a bottle of pedialyte I made my way back to her, "Why aren't you in bed, you'd be more comfortable." She unraveled from her blanket pile to sit up making a face, "Don't judge me. I puked in my sheets and haven't been able to get the sheets off and in the wash." "Jesus Clarke. What the hell?" I said worried and actually a little grossed out. "I said don't judge." "When's the last time you ate?" At that she just shrugged. I sighed formulating a game plan.

"You alright?" I asked pulling the blanket up just a little. I had made her some soup which she barely ate any of, and gotten her sheets into the wash and clean ones on so she could lay in bed. She nodded and I went to leave the room so she could get some rest, "Hey Bell?" She asked. I turned to see her lying there eyes closed. "Yeah?" "I broke up with Lexa." She said, why she chose now to tell me I wasn't sure. "I know, O told me." "Are you really still mad at me?" This was fever Carke talking I realized. I sighed and said screw it knowing id probably end up sick just from being in the same building as her I made my way over to her bed and climbed in beside her wrapping my arm around her I gently pulled her to me so that she was partially laying on me, her head resting on my chest and her arm going to wrap around my waist. "Just rest alight? We'll talk about it when you feel better." I felt her nod. After a few minutes her breathing had settled but I heard her say, "Missed you."

I woke up with Clarkes sweating form nearly completely on top of me. One leg was thrown over both of mine and her arm still securely wrapped around me. If she hadn't been sick this was a position I'd die to have every morning. I reached to feel her forehead, it was damp from sweat but much better than it had been when I first got here this morning. I tried to slide from under her without waking her but was unsuccessful. "Bell." She mumbled. "S'okay. Just gonna get up and get the thermometer." Her temperature had gone down a bit, so after some pushing I managed to talk her into taking a shower.

"Feel better?" I asked as she came into the living room drying her hair with a towel holding her hair brush. She shrugged, "Less gross anyways." She looked a little better, more color in her face and her eyes looked less sunken. "C'mere and I'll brush your hair." I said patting the couch beside me. She sat down handing me the brush. "You're the best." I couldn't help but laugh at how relieved she sounded at not having to do it herself. "Definitely wasn't expecting that when you saw me today, was sort of expecting more anger." I teased dragging the brush through her hair. "Too sick to be mad." She said quietly, almost as if that's not what she really wanted to say. "I wasn't really mad you know that right?" I asked referring to her earlier comment. She was quiet, "Just worried about you." I wanted her to know that. Well I wanted her to know how I really felt but I didn't want to risk our friendship. "You wouldn't talk to me." Clarke mumbled. It was true, but that part was mostly just because talking to her usually meant seeing or hearing bout Lexa and that may have been a bit of jealousy but she didn't talk to me either. I pointed that out as I sat the brush down. Leaning back against me she turned her head so she wasn't facing me. "I'm sorry. Sorry for how I pushed you away, for how I let her come between us. I didn't realize what I was doing until it was too late. I thought you hated me." She sniffed, I couldn't help but to wrap my arms around her resting my head on top of hers.

"Clarke I could never hate you." Realizing that this was going to keep happening, every time she was in a relationship or any time I got jealous I said screw it. It was now or never. "In fact I'm pretty much in love with you so." She froze beneath me and I held my breath preparing myself for either way this could go. "You love me?" She asked. Swallowing I tried to decide what to say. " I do, wouldn't just wash pukey sheets for just anyone ya know." I tried joking a bit to break the tension. Finally she moved pushing herself up enough just to look at me. "You're in love with me?" She clarified. Staring at her misty eyes, hair wet and clinging to her head, I sighed, "Clarke, I have been hopelessly in love with you for years." I told her honestly. Suddenly her arms were around me face buried in my neck holding me for dear life. And I was confused.

Instinctively my arms went around her holding her as she cried. "Little confused here princess." I said nervously. For a moment she sat still as she tried to dry her tears before pulling back to look at me. "Bellamy I love you," She said poking her finger to my chest. "I don't think I've ever not loved you." "Yeah?" I asked so mind blown. She nodded with a smile. Without a second thought, even though I knew she was sick I couldn't help myself, I pulled her face to mine kissing her the aay I had imagined hundreds of times. For a brief moment she kissed me back, "Bell! You're gonna get sick." She fussed. The smile that took over my face had my cheeks hurting. "Worth it."

I groaned rolling over to answer my phone. "Lo." I said, a cough following. "You look like shit." I heard her voice say. "Yeah well I might be feeling better if I had a cute nurse here to take care of me." I teased. Not surprisingly I had caught Clarkes flu but she refused to even come near me. Although assuring me time after time she loved me but she wasn't going through that again. "I told you if I come over there I'll just get sick again and I won't be able to get you to stay away and we'll just keep passing it back and forth. The sooner you feel better the sooner we can get to the fun stuff." I couldn't help but to look at her through the phone screen. She was gorgeous as always, well apart from when she had the flu but even then I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. "Love you." I told her smiling at her grinning face. "Love you too Blake. Always have."