¢ℓαякє gяιffιи (borninspace) wrote in storybrooketown, |
Clarke didn't know why Bellamy was brought back, or how. She was so happy that he was here. It didn't matter what the circumstances were that brought him back. All that mattered was that he was back. She was a mix of emotion right now, but most of them were good. Bellamy had been returned to her. She loved him. She wanted to tell him, but she didn't know how to say the words. Not now. Actions spoke louder than words, anyway. They'd take it slow, she didn't know how damaged he was by what happened.
She nodded, helping him to the bed. She was still tired, but she didn't have a clue whether or not she'd be able to sleep now. The adrenaline was high, very high. She didn't think she could sleep. Part of her was afraid that if she did, she'd wake up and Bellamy would be gone. She didn't think that was something she could face. No, sleep might have been impossible, but she would be more than happy to lay here with him, feeling him close to her, knowing he was alive. She would be okay with that.
"Do you want to lay down?" She asked him. This was his room. She had been staying in it, because she couldn't bear to leave but this was his room. It still had his scent. She wanted to lay in the bed forever after he'd died. And even now, she saw the body lying on the cold slab. It had been Bellamy. But now he was back. That was what she had to focus on now. He was back, and she loved him and she just wanted to show him how much.
"I can lay here with you, or I can go back to my room." She didn't know if Bellamy needed some time alone. She didn't know what he would need right now. What had Finn needed when he came back? She felt so guilty over all of that, even still. And then she hadn't even really checked up on him much since. She didn't want to invade on him and Raven, and it was so strange for her. Maybe some time, she and Finn would have a chat.
She helped him to sit on the bed, trying once again not to focus on his numerous injuries. She was sure he was tired, and probably wanted to sleep but she thought his wounds might need tending too. First thing tomorrow, she promised herself.