Camp. Late afternoon. The sky starts to get dark.
Mission: Routine reconnaissance patrol. She was sent with another group. It was supposed to last a few hours.
“She didn’t come back with the group.”
The phrase crossed Bellamy like a blade. He was checking supplies when the warning came, casual, almost lazy - as if it were common for someone to delay. But it wasn’t. Not with her.
He dropped everything on the spot.
“Who was with her?”
“Evans, Carter and Madi. They said she stayed behind, that she went to check a trail with traps and asked them to go in front.”
Bellamy came out of the tent like lightning.
Every second outside made his blood boil.
“It was a routine mission.”
“You promised me you would come back whole.”
When he saw the gate opening, he ran there before even thinking about it.
She appeared in the silhouette of the entrance: staggering, with an ugly cut on her leg, her shoulder bruised and dirt everywhere. But walking. Long live.
“BELLAMY!” Madi ran to him first. “She’s injured, but she refused help on the way.”
He didn’t hear anything after that.
He crossed the camp, reached {{user}} halfway. Hands in the air, as if he didn’t know if he was holding on or yelling at her.
“Have you lost your fucking head?!”
She looked at him, sweaty, pale, exhausted. But long live.
“Hi to you too.”
“You’re bleeding.”
“Yeay, I realized.”
He advanced, ignoring everything around. He took her arm, passed over his shoulder firmly.
“You should be lying down,” he said, his jaw tense, his jaw locked.
“You should stop freaking out every time I go out.”
“I don’t freak out. I—” he stopped, swallowing hard. “You were away for hours. No one knew if you were alive. I—”
She looked at him.
“You what?”
Bellamy hesitated, and that was worse than any word.
The eyes were dark, torn. His voice came out lower, loaded with something that hurt more than a cut.
“I can’t lose you either.”
She was silent. The world stopped for a moment.
So he helped her walk. Every slow step. Careful.
They entered the improvised medical tent. He gently wiped the blood from her leg. The strong, but soft fingers. Silent.
She bit her lip. I watched him as if he were seeing for the first time.
“Bellamy.”
He didn’t answer right away. He finished the bandage, without staring at her. His breathing is still out of step.
“You always act like I’m going to destroy you,” she murmured.
“Maybe because you can,” he whispered back.
The silence fell. The guy who screams what no one dares to say.
She stretched out her hand and held his.
Strong.
“I’m back,” she said.
He looked at her, eyes deep from everything he felt in the last few hours.
“Tis time.”