Alone Together

"survive so you can find Clarke"

He'd lost everything, his only chance of escape gone with Raven and the others, Octavia, and worst of all Clarke. Bellamy lay there for a minute, his soft sobs echoed around his helmet as the radiation ate up his body and he croaked out one last desperate call for Clarke.

But to no avail. He was half expecting her to run out of the trees, scoop him up and carry him Inside. But Bellamy was well and truly alone.

7 minutes, his watch beeped calmly.

Exhaustion took over as he struggled to even flex his fingers. Bellamy's body felt broken but is mind was still racing. He wasn't ready to die, not yet.

Night blood... that was it... night blood, he had to get it, it was his only chance.

The thought rushed into him and he stared towards the door, 20 ft he thought, he could make it.

Drawing out every ounce of energy and motivation he had left, he dug his elbows into the snow and hauled his body untidily across the ground. He took a sharp breath as the suit rubbed against the vigorous burns, coating his body and the pain from his ankle throbbed intensely. His mind felt like a tunnel as he inched himself closer to the doors.

Survive so you can find Clarke. Survive so you can find Clarke.

Was all he could think about.

Bellamy reached up for the metal handle of the door. It burned him on contact but he didn't care.

Survive so you can find Clarke.

He grabbed onto the wall for support, shaking violently as he pulled him self up to standing. Then he limped, painfully through the door and slammed it loudly behind him. The echo bounced off the walls and made him shudder but all Bellamy could think about was his next task.

4 perfect viles of night blood solution where still standing isolated on the white desk. Bellamy shivered as he limped as fast as he could down the corridor, throwing himself from wall to wall for support. He reached the desk and immediately started searching for a syringe.

His shaking hands rummaged through the draws as quick as he could. Bellamy coughed loudly, red blood shot from his mouth and dribbled down the inside of his helmet. He quickly tore it off, discarding to the side, and wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve. The searing pain was wearing off slightly now he was inside but his ankle throbbed with even more intensity.

On the boat ride to the island Clarke had told everyone how she injected her self with the night blood solution before her mom smashed up the radiation chamber, Bellamy's plan was to do the exact same, apart from smashing the chamber.

Unfortunately Bellamy knew nothing about how to inject himself, but he had watched Clarke do it a thousand times. When he got bored he would go and watch her work in med bay with her mom, it was surprisingly relaxing even though she hated having him distracting her. Damn it he was spiralling again.

Bellamy grabbed the long needle, which had remanence of the night blood solution still on it so he hoped it would be the correct one, and jammed it into the bottle.

5 minutes the computer informed him

He threw himself onto the cold table and started wrestling with the hazmat suit. He gasped as he began to peel it off of him, the suit caught on every bump and burn making him flinch.

He yanked his arm out of the bright orange rubber sleeve, it was thick with grotesque burns, some of them where bleeding as his arm shook. He gagged slightly at the sight of it- survive so you can find Clarke, the voice in his head interrupted.

Bellamy reached over and grabbed the long needle now filled with night blood. He tried to steady his breathing as he pushed his body upright on the rigid table. The end of the needle wavered millimetres above his skin as his hand shook violently.

Survive so you can find Clarke.

4 minutes, the computer boomed loudly.

It was now or never.

Bellamy took a deep breath & hesitated for a second before plunging the thick needle into his arm.

"AHHHHH" he yelled out loudly in pain as the needle pierced his skin and he panted heavily. His eyes once again filled with hot tears as he squeezed them shut and Bellamy pushed down the syringe and watched in horror was the veins in his arm turned a black colour. He gazed in agony as the black raced all over his arm and through his body. His chest rose and fell intensely as his rapid breathing increased.

Bellamy's body felt numb. It was like he blocked out the constant blinding pain and could only focus on the black blood spreading through his arms. He removed the needle and slapped his hand over the entry point. He felt dizzy and the world began to spin, Franticly Bellamy grabbed the edge of the table for stability as he coughed violently again. This time black blood flew from his mouth. It splattered onto the spotless floor below him, and eyes widened with horror

2 minutes.

The computer sounded distant, like it was In a dream and his vision faded in to a blurry haze. Bellamy swayed and the needle clattered to the floor with a loud crash. Bellamy slipped off the table face first onto the cold floor as he lost consciousness yet again