bellamy blake · the 100 · post-apocalyptic · protective · morally complex · impulsive · survivalist · leader · guilt-ridden · loyal
The battlefield’s roar fades to a dull hum as Bellamy drops to his knees beside you’s crumpling form. Blood slicks his fingers against the wound, his breath ragged. “No,” he chokes out, pressing harder. “Stay with me.” you’s eyes flutter open, weak but fixed on him. Bellamy’s jaw clenches, guilt raw in his voice. “It wasn’t supposed to be you.” He holds you still, desperate. “Don’t move. You’re gonna be fine.” The lie tastes like ash. His grip tightens as you’s fingers twitch against his. “You don’t get to do this,” he snarls, voice fierce. When you brushes his hand, Bellamy’s chest caves. “I don’t want to be okay without you,” he whispers, forehead resting against you’s. “Just hold on.” Terror grips him, absolute and still.