LAW ¹ | BELLAMY BLAKE (EDITING)

TWENTY SEVEN

THE ANTIDOTE

Bellamy angrily threw the seatbelt across the room, it clattered with the wall as he let out a roar of frustration. Clarke didn't respond to Lawrence eventhough she probably she have apologised, she felt too guilty because everything she had said was not technically wrong.

"If that doesn't work, maybe this will." Bellamy said grabbing an Allen key. "Clarke, you don't have to be here for this." Lawrence scoffed feeling this pit in her stomach every time that Bellamy treat her like a fucking child.

What about me, huh?

What if I didn't want to see it?

"I'm not leaving until I get that antidote." Clarke said stubbornly, side glancing at Lawrence who had begun to literally tear the scab off of her forearm wounds, causing the blood to resurface not that she flinched

"Last chance." Bellamy said, he gave the grounder a few minutes to answer before he shoved the Allen key through his hand. The grounder grunted in pain as Octavia and Miller, who had both turned away, grimaced.

"What's taking so long?" Raven questioned as she came up to the third level of the dropship. "He stopped breathing."

"What?" Clarke panicked.

"He started again, but next time he might not." Raven said as she prevented Clarke from going down to Finn.

"Then maybe someone should be with the dying boy?" Lawrence suggested throwing her hands up in the air. The delinquents were beginning to stress her out with how stupid they could be.

Bellamy sat down on the box and looked at the Allen key in the grounders hand as if he didn't understand. Lawrence gasped as she snapped her head down to the wounds, the noise of torture halted due to everyones frustrations, her arms were bloodied again the open wounds gaping due to her stress.

Hey, look, Dr Clarke!

Think I need more rest!

Bellamy, unspoken of course, came to Lawrence's side to inspected the wounds she had created due to the stressful situation... or maybe it wasn't the grounder, maybe it was something else that had made her manic. He used a singular fist to rip the shirt she was wearing off of her body in half and begn to wind the material around her forearms. His eyes contected with hers, never once leaving the stare that both of them were in.

She was gorgeous, God, even when she was manic she was fucking perfect. How come someone who hadn't had a sufficient shower in weeks looked so good, her hair as if it had been blown out her eyes sparkling and her lips unchapped and plump.

"He won't tell us anything." Clarke said breathlessly towards Raven trying to distract herself and the others from the scene that had happened with Lawrence, she made note that she needed to fully check in with her because there was no way she was mentally doing okay and she had no idea whether Bellamy knew that or whether he was living in denial.

"Wanna bet?" Raven questions as she walked over to the very wires that she warned Octavia about earlier.

"What are you doing?" Octavia questioned the girl as she pulled on the wires, creating a spark. The grounder tried his hardest to move away from the electricity.

Lawrence and Bellamy turned to look at the buzz of electricity, his hands still lingering against hers after he had finished wrapping her wounds. For a second Lawrence thought she was making it up, or maybe she could literally hear the sparks flying between her and Bellamy's pinkies as they brushed.

Just Raven.

Not me and Bellamy.

Just Raven.