Pretty Lies (Bellamy Blake Fanfic)

Exit Wounds

I grimace as Clarke pulls back the fabric covering the long wound on my chest, and I can feel Roan's hand tighten around mine as he looks at it,

"The infection looks like it's passed, but this is still gonna hurt," Clarke explains, and I nod my head as I clench my teeth together tightly,

"Just get it over with," I hiss through my teeth, and Clarke nods her head as she slowly reach over, picking up a rag soaked in some cleaning agent, most likely alcohol. I watch as Roan stares at Clarke as she presses the rag on the wound, and I bite back a groan as the rag burns on contact. 

She wipes the rag around the wound, and my teeth grind tightly together as she continues to clean it,

"So, how are we going to keep Maddi away from Octavia?" I ask, knowing that the girl is Clarke's main concern right now. I watch as Clarke tenses at the mention of her,  

"I told Octavia that I gave her my own bone marrow, made her a nightblood... What are you going to do about Roan?" Confusion and fear set inside me, as I begin to go over every single word I've said around Clarke. I never mentioned it to her, how does she know? She can't know-

"You know, about the whole being a prince thing?" she adds, and instantly I relax, sagging into my chair,

"Honestly, I haven't thought that far. I have no intentions of making him king, despite Echo's best efforts," Clarke grimaces at the mention of Echo, and I think of the look on Octavia's face when she saw the supposed dead spy. 

There's a long silence in the room as Clarke continues to wrap my chest back up with new cloth, 

"What do you mean prince?" Roan asks, and I purse my lips tightly together. Every time I try to bring up his father, it only causes for more questions to be asked, questions I'm not ready to answer, even after all these years. I used to imagine how my life would have turned out if Roan had lived, if I had spent my years in the bunker instead of in space. 

Those thoughts were short lived however, as soon as I woke up from them I always felt a hundred times worse. 

As Clarke finishes wrapping the wound, Roan peers over at Clarke, interest clear in his eyes. Clarke obviously notices the stare, but I can tell she doesn't know what to do about it,

"Roan's heard all about you, and Octavia. It was our way of keeping your legacy alive, especially since we thought-well you know," Clarke purses her lips as she nods her head, offering a small smile towards Roan,

"I guess I shouldn't be embarrassed. It's not like Madi hasn't heard all about Katarina Evans," I smile, pulling my black shirt down over the new wrap, and slowly standing to my feet,

"Thank you Clarke, for everything," I add the last part in as an afterthought, and I wonder how long I'm going to thank her for all that she's done, maybe for the rest of my life,

"No problem Kat I-" We're caught off by the sound of loud, angry shouts coming from outside, and I shoot Clarke a wary look,

"Roan, I'm going to need you to find Monty and Harper, they should be right down the hall," I tell him sternly, and he has the sense not to argue as he takes off, running down the hall in search of the two. 

I don't wait for Clarke as I quickly walk out the door, pushing through the thin crowd of people at the door. Once outside, I see the clear divide as everyone avoids the middle of the road, where Octavia, Bellamy and Echo are all standing, 

"Wonkru!" Octavia announces, looking around at the crowd gathering around her, "I banished this murderer from the bunker six years ago. My judgment still stands," she continues, and I start forward,