Part 8 of the single!dad Bellamy fic on the Ark! This one is quite long for which I apologize yet again.
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Clarke’s sitting at the large family table, picking at her stew with green beans and potatoes when the light above them flickers and she hears her mom huff next to her.
“Yet again. Thelonious, I think it’s high time you did something about this. It’s the third night in a row.” she addresses the chancellor sitting directly opposite of her, Clarke and Jake.
Next to him was his son Wells, Clarke’s beloved childhood best friend and his fiance Hannah who was as usually quietly obedient.
On the other side of Jaha were the Kane’s-vice chancellor Marcus on the right and his wife Callie next to him.
Frankly, Clarke would give anything to be back at the Blakes and she has been cursing every living moment since her mom told her that her dad and her would still be hosting their usual Friday night dinner with their so-called friends that happened traditionally once a month.
Clarke hated those with burning passion.
And she was secretly hoping that her mom would either take under consideration the recent events of the attack or at least let her skip it if she faked a headache but unfortunately she had been caught right in action.
It had been just three days since she met Aurora and went to see Bellamy and she’s been sneaking out to Factory ever since.
They had a whole game plan where once some of the guards started spotting her, Monty suggested she uses him and Jordan as a way to pass the station.
They presented her as his dear friend who was passing through to leave her child (Jordan) with family (Monty’s) so she could go to work because the day cares were closed.
So far it was working well enough.
Nobody doubted she couldn’t be the mother considering the mixed marriages all over the station, that and Jordan was the quietest sweetest kid just like Gus but on top of that he was a great actor.
Once Monty explained he had to pretend Clarke was his mom who he’ll so dearly miss when she leaves him in Factory with friends for the day, he’d get the saddest face, wrap his tiny arms around her neck and utter quite pleads at her not to let him go.
It was so good that it even made Gus a little jealous of his friend. And Bellamy, as Clarke came to later find out too but for other reasons.
The more she came by to help not just him but some of the women from Arrow hand care packages, the more it became known in the station that there was a medic who’d consult and check you up for free.
It was through whispers passed from one to another but it all started when this woman who came to get a package for her family almost passed out in Clarke’s hands out of a cut in her arm that was left untreated and threatened to poison her blood. She had a little girl, just a year older than Gus who hugged Clarke for five minutes after she was done bandaging her mother.
And so it became a universal secret.
She’d go to change Bellamy’s bandages after finishing with the care package queues and someone would knock on their door-usually Monty, who was bringing a patient in or wanted to take her out to another apartment.
Clarke was doing everything she could and the more she got to help, the more she also got to better understand and know these people.
They have all suffered so much because of this attack.
More than half of the station’s working force had at least one injury as a result of it.
Of course most cases weren’t as severe. Frankly, the worst she’s seen was Bellamy and one more man who was older and who unfortunately she couldn’t help.
He’s gotten blood poisoning before she could do anything to help but his wife, a women in her sixties still thanked her, held her hand between her calloused ones and gave her a small tube of miracle rub that Clarke tried to refuse.
“Please, dear. Take it.” she had said voice shaky “My Harold can’t use it anymore and you can help others with it.” Clarke had given her a small hug and apologized once more that she couldn’t do anything else.
She wished that at least she had medicine to dull the man’s pain but she was as empty-handed as she had been the first time she came to see Bellamy.
The worst of the Factory’s cases were either dead or still in the field hospital with Jackson in the process of dying.
They had suffered losses way beyond anyone’s expectations and yet nobody knew about it.
Clarke’s eyes darted to the chancellor who was sipping wine from his glass and cutting a big portion of his fried chicken.
And her hand bawled in a fist around her fork.
She had started running out of bandages today-her medbag was more or less empty of supplies so she had started cutting up old shirts or dresses she won’t use, boiling them in hot water and with the help of Monty, using her ration points to buy as much moonshine as she could to treat Factory people’s wounds.
Bellamy, of course, had been very much against this.
“You’re putting yourself out in unnecessary risk.” he was mumbling while his hand ran through Gus’ curls as the kid drew on the bed near him.
Bellamy hadn’t gotten any better and frankly she was feeling a little bad for ignoring him in expense of helping everyone else but he was pretending like everything’s fine.
He could barely stand on his feet, his ribs still hurt and his eye though it had started opening up, was bloodshot red which meant there was probably tissue or possibly at least some damage to his sight.
The problem was that he was in constant pain and on top of it, it seemed his cough was worsening. Because of his ribs he couldn’t take a proper breath and his lungs were getting infected. If it kept going like this, it’d turn into a full blown pneumonia.
Which is why she needed cough syrup. And painkillers. He had to sleep and she was sure he wasn’t getting more than a few hours a night.
That was yet another reason why she agreed to coming to this dinner tonight-she knew her mother had some of the things she needed in the bathroom cabinet above the sink.
“I know what I’m doing, Bellamy.” she had assured as she grabbed the hem of his shirt and started pulling it up. He took her wrist and put her actions to a halt.
“No, you don’t.” he was struggling to pull air in and out so he took a minute to gather his strength “The guards are making random check ups and they could end up at our door any minute. What happens then? They would punish you for going against the law! Or worse, if the Arrowheads-”
“They caught some of them Bellamy.”
“Three out of thirteen! If they-”
“Will you stop worrying?”
“No.” she shakes her head at that.
“Great! Well now that we have this settled, let me change the bandage on your ribs.”