"Clarke says when that happens to roll him on his side." She informed as he nodded and turned him onto his side.
A few minutes had gone by and Bellamy was taken into the ship.
"Bell? No, clear some space." Octavia instructed Chris. Chris moved one of the bodies to make room.
"Hey big brother." Octavia whispered
"I'm scared." Bellamys lip quivered. Chris couldn't hear the rest of the conversation because he had to help another one. Octavia soon left his side causing Chris to sneak over.
"I thought Octavia told you to rest." Chris smiled down at the boy.
"I couldn't till I saw you." Bellamy croaked.
"I'm okay, love." Bellamy smiled a bit a the nickname. Chris brushed his fingers through his curly hair. "But you should rest. I'll be right here when you wake."
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"Get the hell away from me." Chris heard Bellamy say. Chris sighed and made his way over to him.
"Bellamy, you're sick, okay? I'm just trying to help. Here." Murphy tried to hand Bellamy the cup.
"When I get better, if you're still here--" Bellamy threatened as Clarke and Chris came over.
"Hey, I got this. ." Chris said to John. "Here you go love."
"You feeling better?" Bellamy asked Clarke as he saw Her approach.
"Yeah."
"That's good. You seen Octavia?" He asked.
"She was up all night helping people. Murphy gave her a break." Clarke said.
"Don't tell me you trust him now." Bellamy joked. Chris lightly swatted Bellamys arm causing him to playfully glare at the taller boy.
"Trust? No. I do believe in second chances, though." Clarke stated.
