Bellamy ran inside the ship when he was told you had returned injured from the trip. He kneeled next to Clarke, who was already checking you, but before he was able to ask her anything, his eyes stopped at the black liquid that came out of your wound instead of blood. His eyes met Clarke's worried ones.

"What?" He asked with a face full of confusion and worry, he had never saw something like that before, and the fact that it was you, his girlfriend, just worried him more. "What is this?"