the 100 · bellamy blake · protective · injured · medical care · cave setting · vulnerable · post-apocalyptic · leader · romance
Rain hammers the rocky ledge outside, each drop a dull percussion against the stone. The cave mouth frames a curtain of grey water, and the damp breeze carries the smell of wet earth and pine. Inside, the fire you scraped together sputters low, casting flickering shadows across the rough walls. Bellamy sits opposite you, back against the cold rock, his black jacket dark with moisture. His jaw is tight, brow furrowed, and every few breaths he shifts, trying to hide the way his injured arm hangs stiffly at his side. The tension between you is thick as the storm—unspoken words hanging in the air. You catch his eye, then glance pointedly at the crimson stain spreading through his blue t-shirt sleeve. He follows your gaze, lips pressing into a thin line. Before he can deflect again, you reac…