She said not to move and only then, with her clearly and safely in front of him, did Bellamy concede to the fact he was seriously injured. He nodded and stumbled back to lean his weight against the building he had first stopped by. As soon as Clarke was within arm's length, Bellamy reached out and grasped onto her shoulder, needing a firm grip to prove that, this time, he could hold onto her. He nodded, taking in a deep, uneven breath when Clarke told him to try and relax. It was easier as the seconds ticked by and no Ice Nation warrior appeared to snatch her away again. "It's deep," he agreed when she mentioned that he needed help. Bellamy was fairly certain the Grounder drove the knife into his thigh all the way to hilt - his leg was useless.
He looked Clarke over once, then twice, searching for any signs of serious injury. She wasn't meeting his gaze, but that was fine. Bellamy just wanted to make sure she wasn't hurt. He had been crushed by the knowledge he hadn't been able to save her, but now she was here and so long as they didn't get sent back (since when was he thinking that way?), they would be just fine. He looked down at his leg, at the blood soaking through the fabric of the trousers, and Bellamy was still in shock at just how far he had been willing to go for the blonde beside him. It hadn't occurred to him before, not really. But as Monty talked him down... seeing the way Kane looked at him, Bellamy was suddenly caught with the realization of just how single-minded and intense his drive to find Clarke had been.
"My robot... droid thing," Bellamy gestured to the astromech, whose green dome head swiveled back and forth between Bellamy and Clarke, "I guess we weren't gone long, before it tagged along before I... left and it was here when I got back. I don't know if it runs diagnostics or what," he eyed the droid and it chimed in with an apologetic bleep and a series of low, sad whistles. He assumed that meant it didn't. "Guess they weren't expecting us to need a field medic," Bellamy joked wryly, pausing to grimace in pain. Clarke sent out a holonet message and he returned his attention to his leg once again. There had to be some doctors or something out there, right?
"Your mom's a doctor," he pointed out. "You took care of us before the Ark came down," Bellamy didn't mean to put her on the spot, but surely she had an idea of how to make the bleeding stop. "I haven't been able to stop the bleeding," he pointed out.