Is There A Forever? (sequel to 'Together Forever') OnHold

Chapter Ten

Back in her room, Clarke allowed the two male nurses to help her back into her bed. They added something to her I.V. and she knew she would be asleep soon.

"How are you feeling?" Her mother asked.

"I'm good," she answered, taking Bellamy's hand again. "They told my the soreness in my collar is normal and that my cast could come off in a few days. My arm is healed."

"Good, good," Abby nodded. "Do you need anything? Are you hungry?"

Clarke shook her head. "No, not right now. I'm sure I'll be starving in the morning."

"Of course." Abby nodded. "Well, it is getting late, I guess."

"Mom? It's okay to hover over me, okay? I know it's been two months," Clarke laughed, feeling tired. "Will you come back by in the morning?"

Abby smiled, releasing a pent up breath. "Yes, yes I will," she nodded. She hugged Clarke, kissing her forehead. "Don't push, Clarke. Get some sleep," she demanded before leaving, closing the thick wooden door behind her.

Clarke shifted her gaze to the man beside her. He was broader, but maybe a little skinnier than she thought. His eyes had bags under them, but she knew why.

"Get some sleep," he smiled at her. Her rubbed her cheek with his warm thumb, his eyes soft.

"Have you been living here for two months?" She asked him.

He didn't bother denying it or pretending otherwise. "I haven't left your side since they wheeled you in here," he admitted. She looked over at his cot, his book and laptop there. "My mom has been washing my clothes for me and bringing me new ones." He stood to kiss her cheek. "Everyone's going to lose it when they find out yoire awake," he smiled.

"Tell them later," Clarke yawned. "After Dr. Pierce tells me what the scans show. Okay?"

Bellamy nodded. "Okay."

Clarke let go of his hand, sitting up and scooting over. "Hold me?"

Bellamy didn't hesitate. He nodded, sliding off his sandals and crawling in the small bed. He spooned her to his chest, his heart was pounding furiously. She wanted him. She was here, alive, awake, and finally he was wrapping his arms around her.

"Tell me some more things that have happened," she whispered. "Anything. School, friends, us."

Bellamy swallowed. "Well, you aced school," he chuckled. "Raven lost it when you showed up at school, of course. Our entire class group did, really. Your first day, Miss Greene couldn't even have class," he brushed her hair off of her neck. "Everyone interrogated you and bugged you."

"Who were you dating?" She asked, curiously.

"Gina," he told her, easily.

"Gina. I think I remember Gina. What happened?"

"Well, she knew," Bellamy shrugged. "Clarke, everyone who has ever met us knows that you're it for me. She knew I was still in love with you when we stated seeing each other. She and I ended things very easily and she doesn't seem to hate me."

"Were you sleeping with her?"

Bellamy stiffened for a moment before chuckling. "You know, she asked me what when I told her I had bumped into you," he laughed. "Also, you never asked me that before."

"I didn't?"

Bellamy rubbed her legs. "No, you never did. But, no. I was not sleeping with her, Princess. Most of our relationship was her talking or hanging with the group."

Clarke yawned again, snuggling into him and the pillow more. "Tell me something good."

Bellamy kissed her shoulder. "We went and stayed in a log cabin," he whispered. "We drove up north and spent the night away from everyone. The two of us with a fireplace crackling."

Clarke chuckled, just a little. "Please tell me you and I consummated our relationship a few times up there."

Bellamy chuckled, his chest sending vibrations through Clarke. "Many, many times over the last year," he promised her. "We also have been playing games together."

She didn't answer him, just sighed. So, Bellamy continued to talk to her as her breathing evened out. He had been talking to her for two months, so he kept on.

Once she was sleeping soundly, Bellamy eased himself to his own little bed. With another smile at her, he allowed himself to sleep with a smile on his face.