Bellamy Blake x Reader: Bedrest
Summary: Reader gets attacked out of nowhere with a knife in her stomach while on a hunt. The grounder isn’t found and the reader passes out.
Word Count: 1,239
A/N: I combined two requests and I am bolding prompts that have been requested.
*UNEDITED*
“Hey, Y/N?” Myles walked over to you with two guns in his hands.
“What’s up Myles?” You put down the firewood you were carrying and took a step closer to him.
“A couple of us are going hunting. You want to come?” Your eyes widened. You couldn’t resist a day of exploring the Earth more than you already have.
“Absolutely. Meet you by the gate in ten.” Myles nodded and handed you one of the guns he was carrying. He left you to go meet up with the guys.
Hands down, you were the best hunter out of the 100. Bellamy was impressed with your impeccable aim. He would never tell you that of course, but you already knew. Everybody knew.
You strolled over to the gate to meet up with the hunting group. It wasn’t surprising that Bellamy decided to tag along too. They all turned their heads to look at you. The group included about 5 horny boys, including Myles and Bellamy. Some guy you didn’t know all that well lets out a wolf whistle. You roll your eyes and push past them.
“Let’s go ballerinas.” They glance at each other then to you, more likely your ass. It didn’t bother you though. You were pretty confident with your body and the attention never seemed to bother you either. However, some of the girls back at camp were jealous of you and the attention you were receiving. It’s safe to say almost every guy in the 100 wanted to have sex with you to prove their dominance over the others. Guys and their damn testosterone (Like, really. C’mon)
The group was mainly following you, a few paces behind so they could murmur to themselves about you. Bellamy wasn’t far behind either, but didn’t engage in any contact with the rest of the guys. You weren’t that friendly with Bellamy, but you didn’t hate him as much as you disliked the rest of the boys in camp. You thought his heart was always in the right place, just maybe not his brain. The decisions he made were always in the best interest of Octavia. This was something you found very attractive about him, but you knew it was better to steer clear from any close relationships, since any of you could die at any moment on Earth.
You and the group were walking for about an hour when you came across a mutated deer. You signaled for the boys to be quiet and raised your gun. Bellamy spoke up to give orders, but you had other plans.
“-then i’ll steer to the left with Myles and Dax. The rest of you go right and we surround Bambi.” You rolled your eyes and crouched down to hide yourself slightly. “Y/N. Get back to your assigned side.” You turned back to face Bellamy and retort.
“Since when did I start taking orders from you? Plus, I’m busy, can I ignore you some other time?” You turned back around once again, raised your gun. The sights were aimed down directly on the deer’s heart. A second went by and you took the shot, the deer falling over, laying helpless on the ground. You stood up and walked proudly to the animal to claim your prize.
“Now do you want to help, or ju-” Out of nowhere, a knife came flying into your stomach. Holy shit, there is a knife in my stomach!
“Y/N!” Bellamy started running towards you, but couldn’t get there in time because you fainted and fell to the ground. Your world went black and all you remember is Bellamy’s face appearing in your blurry vision before the life left your eyes.
You woke up in the drop ship, Clarke sleeping by your bedside, arms folded and head rested on top of the table you lied upon. Out of the 100, Clarke was the person you best got along with. You agreed with her on almost everything and she was the only one you could open up to since that especially hard for you. When you opened your eyes and tried to get comfortable, Clarke woke up. She widened her eyes as you grunted in pain. She stood up and help you sit on the table.
“Damn, I was trying not to wake you.” Clarke chuckled and held your hand in hers.
“Are you feeling okay? How’s your wound?” You pushed yourself off the table and to your feet.
“I’ll live. Where’s Bellamy? I have to thank him for rushing to my aid. Never would’ve bet money on that happening.” You lightly laughed and felt a serious pain in your abdomen. Your hand instinctively went to your stomach, grunting when your wound came in contact with your shirt fabric. The bandages weren’t completely covering the incision.
“Woah, slow down there. You’re in pain and you need time to heal. I’ve arranged for you to stay in Bellamy’s tent. He has a bigger mattress and you’ll need the quiet.” Clarke stood up and took your wrists to prevent you from falling.
“That’s cool with me. Just help me get there before everything goes to hell.” Clarke wrapped your arm around her neck as hers went to your side. She helped you walk back to Bellamy’s tent. He wasn’t there so Clarke took it upon herself to make you comfortable. She set water on the ground by the bed and gave you a book to read if you got bored. Clarke set ground rules, like not leaving bed for a little less than a week. When she left, you took a sip of your water and picked up the book to read. You were stuck on the same word for five minutes.
Soon enough, Bellamy walked into the tent and was surprised to see you laying in his bed. By the look on his face, he had absolutely no idea you were staying in his tent for the week. You looked up from your book to address him.
“I take it Clarke never told you I was on bedrest in your tent for the week.” He shook his head.
“I’ll take the drop ship mattress so you can get some rest.” Bellamy turned and started to walk out of the tent before you stopped him.
“Can you stay in here tonight?” Bellamy turned around and nodded. He sat on the edge of the bed and took off his shirt.
“Sure. I guess i’m going to be taking care of you for the week. Not that I mind or anything.” You became a little flustered and immediately cut your thoughts off by speaking up.
“Yeah. By the way, i’ve been meaning to thank you for taking me back to camp and allowing me to stay here.” Bellamy laid down on the opposite side of the makeshift bed and sighed.
“It’s no problem, really. I actually enjoy your company quite a bit.” You smirked and sank down further into the blankets.
“The feeling is mutual. Goodnight, Bell.” You closed your eyes and missed the way that Bellamy grinned when you confessed that you felt the same way and called him by the nickname only Octavia used.
“Goodnight, Y/N. Sleep well.” Bellamy got under the covers and replayed all of your encounters together before he drifted off into a deep slumber. He wanted nothing more than to be at your side for the rest of the week. Soon, for the rest of his life.