clarke griffin (elise daniels) (deathishergift) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2017-04-15 19:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | *cindy, *lena, bellamy blake, clarke griffin |
Clarke was starting to get bored, just sitting around, but at least someone had thought to bring her sketchbook. She had her tablet, too, of course, but there was only so much time you could waste looking at the network and watching cat videos. Having her sketchbook gave her a chance to put down on paper all the amazing things she’d seen in Narnia. There had been a number of casualties, too, but despite the harshness of the conditions they’d sometimes faced, she had to admit it was really beautiful there. It helped to distracted from the way her healing incision itched, too. The doctors had been able to repair the damages to her insides after setting off a trap had ended with a large spear through her gut, but the stitched that pulled her skin back together were incredibly itchy as the skin healed. She wouldn’t complain about it. Clarke knew she was lucky to be alive. If Jacen hadn’t been there and done his Jedi healing thing in the field before she’d been transported back to Atlantis, she’d probably be dead now. She was trying not to scratch, though, so she had her sketchbook on her lap, quietly sketching the family of beavers who’d been their guides in Narnia while she steadfastly ignored the urge. Bellamy had heard that Clarke was in medical. It wasn't his choice to leave by any means, but part of him still felt guilty about disappearing. Clarke was injured, sitting in medical and Octavia had died. He knew that there was probably not much he could have done had he been there but that didn't matter. He should have been there with them. He easily made his way through medical to find Clarke. When he reached her door he noticed her. He was watching her sitting there, drawing, seeming almost peaceful. That was something they weren't accustomed to back home. There was a lot here Bellamy wasn't used to having back home. "Hey Princess," Bellamy greeted her. Clarke looked up and smiled at the sound of Bellamy’s voice. Him being gone was something she'd tried not to think about that much for the past few weeks, but she was glad he was back. “Hey, yourself,” she said, putting the finishing touches on a piece of scenery in her sketch before setting pad and pencils aside to focus on her visitor. “Keeping out of trouble I see,” Bell added, gesturing to her room in medical. “How are you doing?” he asked as he made his way towards her bed and sat down on the edge. He'd known they had gone to Narnia on a mission and after he returned he had gotten the news about O and Clarke...and medical had been his first stop. “I’m fine,” she answered, only half lying. “Hoping they let me out of here soon.” Too much sitting around wasn’t good for her. She wasn’t used to so much down time, even after being in Atlantis for several weeks. “Shame you missed it,” she teased. “It’s probably best if they just keep you in here,” he told her. “I think it's possible you find yourself in more trouble than I do,” Bellamy joked. Before Bellamy had been returned to their world...it was the downtime that he liked. He had spent a lot of his time in the gym and other ways of keeping busy. But he didn’t have to sleep with one eye open. There was a lot they didn’t have to worry about as well as new things to be concerned with. The selfish part of Bell was grateful he missed it. He couldn’t handle losing Octavia. “Was Narnia at least as good as the books?” “It was beautiful, Bellamy,” she answered him. “At least, until the fighting started. That part was a lot like home, but the rest of it... it was almost a shame to leave it.” Losing Katie, losing Octavia, that part had been hard even if they’d both come back to Atlantis days later. Being stuck sitting here after her own injuries wasn’t fun, either, but she was grateful there was more to Atlantis than violence and death. "Kind of sorry I missed it," he told her. Bellamy hated that he hadn't been there. For one, seeing Narnia seemed like such an amazing thing. Plus he wanted to have been there to help in any way they might have needed him. "When do you get out of here?" Bell asked, figuring Clarke must have known the exact number of days. Possibly even the minutes until she might be released. “A couple more days,” she answered. It felt more like weeks. As a medic, she understood why they were making her wait, but as a patient, she just wanted to get back to normal life. “I’ll give you the tour when I do,” she offered a moment later. “Assuming Octavia doesn’t beat me to it.” “Good. Not too much longer.” That was assuming Octavia wanted to be in the same room as he was. Bellamy wasn't sure about that. Everything back home. And then being pulled here and pulled back home and back again. It hadn’t really given him an opportunity to talk to his sister. “I’m sure I can't possibly see everything there is to see in one tour,” he added. Clarke nodded, offering him a little smile. “If they don’t let me out by the end of the week, I might be asking you to stage a jailbreak,” she joked. She knew they had their reasons, but she was about as good a patient as her mom was. “I’m glad you’re here, Bellamy,” she admitted, reaching out to squeeze his hand. |