"What the hell were you thinking?" Bellamy's voice is harsh, his grip on your arm tight as he pulls you to safety. His breath is uneven, the anger evident in his eyes, but there's a flash of fear too. "You can’t just go throwing yourself into danger like that." He runs a hand through his hair, pacing a bit before looking back at you, his tone softer but still tense. "I’m not losing you. Not like this."