Soulmate

25. Soulmate

Bellamy

He had actually allowed the positivity of the people around him, and his own stupid wishful thinking, convince him that everything was okay...but things werent okay.

His...condition had taken a turn for the worst. He'd had debilitating headaches and was in pain from the hips down. He could barely walk.

"Where's Jake?" He asked Clarke, keeping his eyes closed, unable to bear the thought of what expression might stain her beautiful face, looking up at her from where he lay in bed.

"I asked Octavia and my mum to watch him. You shouldn't keep him away." He could feel her sit beside him on the bed. "He wants to see you."

Bellamy felt tears slowly spill down his cheeks and Clarke gently brushed them away, before pressing her lips to his in a gentle kiss.

He opened his eyes slowly and she smiled down at him, no worry or pain or pity in those eyes of blue sky, just a beautiful calmness.

"You know, I don't think you did a very good job at teaching him to hunt." She said with a smile and Bellamy frowned, forgetting the pain, just for a moment.

"And why is that?" He asked.

"Well Jake saw a rabbit run through camp, he found it when it had stilled and....he aimed with that damned slingshot, ripped right through Mrs Wests tent."

Bellamy laughed weakly and shook his head.

"That's my boy." He chuckled, his laugh turning to a cough. Clarke, as if on reflex reached for a tissue and held it at his mouth as he coughed, rubbing his back until he settled. And then she threw the tissue away as if it werent now stained with blood. "I love you." Bellamy said quietly. He had never felt it more strongly. He didn't understand how she could be so calm...he knew she wasn't on the inside but she wasn't showing it. "I love you..." he said again, fading from conciousness.

"Get some rest." She said

Her voice seemed so far away. The last thing he felt was the touch of her lips on his forehead, "I love you..." he whispered one last time before fading from conciousness.

Clarke

When his eyes fell closed, the smile dropped from her lips. He had been like this all week, he wasn't getting better. She had been gifted a miraculous five years with him after the first signs of his cancer, but now she was afraid that it was coming to an end.

Clarke dabbed his forehead with a cold wet cloth as if she could wipe away his illness.

Jake had seen him yesterday, he's only five so he didn't really understand that his dad was ill. She was glad for it, because they had sat there together as Bellamy read him a story, as if everything was like normal. Clarke supposed deep down Jake had known something was wrong because he had fallen asleep beside Bellamy and stayed that way all night, refusing to be moved.

Clarke had set up and slept on the floor, and happily so.

Bellamy hadn't wanted him seeing him today, he was worse today.

But Clarke sat with him day in, day out after that and occasionally Jake came but he made comments about Bellamy's appearance that he didn't know were rude or hurtful and she knew it bothered Bellamy...not to be insulted but that his son had to see him that way.

One particularly rough night, Bellamy had her hand in a death grip as he threw up over the side of the bed.

She tried to support him as much as she could, because she knew it hurt his back and legs to bend over.