Pretty Lies (Bellamy Blake Fanfic)

Tinder Box

The next day, I don't bother checking back in with Clarke about the tests, living in denial seems to be the best option for me, so I spend my time milling around the Ark, trying to find ways to entertain myself.

I find my entertainment when I see a familiar face walking towards the camp outside of the wall, and already, guards are aimed at the man,

"Halt!" One of them screams, and I roll my eyes as I shove past them, urging them to stand down, 

"Calm down, it's just-" my eyes fall to the body that Illian is carrying in his arms, and I instantly rush forward, "Octavia!?" my eyes fall on her unconscious and bloody figure, and I whip around at the guards, already leading Illian inside,

"Get the hell out of my way, she needs medical help," I demand, and the people around me quickly move out of mine and Illian's path as I quickly lead him into the Ark, to where Clarke is assisting with supply,

"Clarke! Get your ass over here!" I shout, as we round the corner, and the blonde comes running as she sees her unconscious friend,

"She just stopped breathing," Illian states in a worried voice as he looks down at the girl in his hands,

"OK, get her on the table," Clarke orders as she swiped her arm across one of the tables in the room, clearing it of it's contents so Octavia can be carefully laid down,

"She got stabbed, there's blood everywhere," I explain, and a crowd begins to form as Clarke moves forward, placing her hands over Octavia's chest,

"Ok, first things first," she says, her hands moving up and down against the girls chest as she desperately performs CPR, "Who are you? How did this happen to her?" Clarke demands as she looks at Illian, her gaze moving from the girl underneath her to the boy standing across the room,

"Illian, Kom Trishanakru. I was on my way home from Polis when I found her," he explains, and Clarke doesn't reply as she moves closer to Octavia to place her mouth on hers, taking a break every few seconds to see if her method was working. 

I purse my lips tightly as emotions roll through me, and out of pure instinct, I grab Octavia's hand tightly, squeezing it,

"Don't die on me Blake," I whisper, and it seems like hours go by before her small form lurches up, her eyes still closed as she coughs quietly.

The entire room sighs in relief, and I can feel a weight being lifted from my shoulders as I peer down at her,

"Ok, get her to Medical, now," Clarke shouts, and I watch as Monty sprints out of the room, alog with a few others, "Getting her here saved her life. Thank you," Clare says to the boy, to which he simply nods his head, his gaze glued to the girl lying in front of him.

Octavia begins to move on the table, and instantly, Clarke moves forward to calm her down,

"Sh, sh, it's ok, you're ok," the blonde soothes, her hand gently petting Octavia's, "Octavia, you've lost a lot of blood, but your home now, I'm here to help you," Clarke whispers, and for once, I feel nothing but graciousness towards Clarke, if not for her, Octavia might be dead right now.

Monty rushes back into the room a mere second later, a wooden and cloth stretcher in his hands as he lays it down on the floor. I move forward to help move Octavia down to the stretcher, but I pause as she begins to whisper,

"Azgeda's coming," she mumbles, and Monty creases his eyebrows,

"What's she talking about?" he asks, peering down at her,

"Azgeda is coming... army... marching" she continues, and her eyes begin to flutter close,

"Octavia? Hey, stay with me," Clarke grabs both sides of her face as she tries to keep Octavia awake,