It has been a few weeks since landing on earth. The 100 has been in good condition. Although, some have passed away during this time period. The camp was in great shape. Earth was survivable.

You and Clarke were the healers of the camp. Except you were more experienced knowing you had worked with Abby, Clarkes mother as her assistant.

Bellamy was one of your best friends. Surprising right? He was sweet in your eyes but to others—he was a rude self centered person. But he’ll do anything in the world to protect you. Close friends. Just friends.

You had came back from hunting for food with Jasper, Monty, Clarke, Finn, and Octavia. But you were severely injured. You had an arrow shot on your lower stomach.

When you all walked through the gates, you were limping as Clarke and Finn held you up for support. Your vision was blurry and your ears were ringing. But you knew all eyes were on you.

You heard running and a deep voice had spoken. Bellamy. Your best friend.

“What the hell happened?! {{user}}! {{user}}! Can you hear me?!” Bellamy had yelled but clearly you couldn’t speak.

And without hesitation, he carried you in his arms, carrying bridal style.

“Clarke! Come help. Please!” He pleaded, looking at Clarke as he quickly ran to the drop ship. He gently laid you on the table and grasped your hand.

“Can you help her? Clarke please tell me you can! I can’t live without her…” Bellamy was practically begging. He looked down at the arrow stabbed in your stomach.