Brave Princess - A Bellarke Story

Chapter Thirty-Five

Quick AN: I tried to draw Clarke recently, and the above is what happened! I am pretty pleased with the result. Lol I hope it at least looks like her to you all. 😝

Anyway, on to the story!

Chapter Thirty-Five

Bellamy:

I can't help but feel strange as I watch Clarke with her mother. It's as if I'm waiting for something that never comes, and it's driving me crazy. I can barely focus on what the two of them are saying.

Her mother guides us into medical, and I linger behind. I swear, I feel eyes on me. I don't want to turn around.

The tent they are using for their makeshift medical facility is made out of what used to be the parachutes that slowed their landing. It's red. Like the tarp we used as a makeshift door to the drop ship. Like blood.

A strange and almost sorrowful mix of metal and wood beams support the tent, a jumbled mess of skeleton. The medical supplies have been hurriedly spread out all over the tent. Bottles spill out of crates.

The place is a mess, but I can tell it is at least somewhat organized. I lean against one of the three tables, my elbow brushing against a crate. For a while, I'm in my own mindset.

But then someone calls my name. "Bellamy!" Clarke's voice is raised. She's called me more than once.

I find her sitting on another table, her legs swinging over the sides. Her mother is walking toward the end of the tent. Probably for medical supplies.

I meet Clarke's eyes and raise my eyebrows. I wonder if she can tell how uncomfortable I am in this camp.

"My mom wants to check your ribs," Clarke tells me. I'd almost forgotten about that. "She wants to make sure I did a good job."

"I'm sure you did fine," I say.

Her mom comes closer, holding a bowl of water and towels. "I'm sure Clarke did fine, too," her mom says, giving me a small smile. She turns and sets the water and towels on the empty table. "Still, it wouldn't hurt to have a look."

I manage to nod as she darts back to the other side of the tent, wondering if she even saw me in her hurry to tend to her patients. She fills another bowl with water from a pitcher. "How did you hurt yourself, anyway?" She asks.

I share a glance with Clarke. "It's a long story." I pause. "But I was building a wall."

She nods and brings the second bowl to the table. "Why were you building a wall?"

I raise my eyebrows at that, trying to gather my words. "Why did you build a wall?" I ask.

She smiles at my words and comes closer. Behind her, Clarke hops off the table and walks to the water, beginning to wash her hands and arms.

Clarke's mother pats the table behind me. I move out of the way as she reaches to grab the crate. "To keep the monsters away," she says at last, placing the crate on another. She meets my eyes, her own holding a flicker of humor.

I don't find her answer humorous. Do they realize they brought two monsters into their camp? Do they even know there are other peoples beyond their gates, who are monsters too? Clarke meets my eyes, setting her towel down for a second.

I don't say anything more to Clarke's mother.

"I'm going to need you to take off your shirt," her mother says. Her voice has lost its humorous tone.

I purse my lips and nod. I'm almost nervous about what she will find, because I haven't checked them in a while. Still, I slip my shirt off and put it on the table.