{1} Come in

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Clarke
I sit up in bed, out of breath with tear stains down my cheeks. I reach over and grab my phone, 3am. I couldn't tell if that was a dream or real life, it felt so real. I couldn't think straight, my mind was blurry. I Jump out of bed and run down to Ravens room, I slam open her door and turn her light on.

"Clarke? What are you doing?"

"Bellamy....is he.....is he dead?" I ask, my sobs becoming louder and harder

"What? No he's not dead Clarke. What are you talking about?"

"I had a dream, a-a-and he died."

"Oh honey. No, he's not dead I promise."

"But is he actually in the hospital? It was the a dream to?" I ask, hoping it was a dream too

"Clarke, he actually is in the hospital. He has been for a week, but he's awake and breathing on his own. Octavia says he should be released within the next couple days."

I let out a breath knowing he's okay.

"Have I gone to see him at all?" I ask, scared to know the answer.

"No, but Octavia says he's been asking about you. Maybe today is the day?"

I flop down on the edge of Ravens bed and let out a breath. She scoots Down and wraps her arms around my shoulder. "Clarke, I know it's hard for you, but you need to go see him."

"When do visiting hours start?" I ask

"In 3 hours. Go get dressed I'll drive you there."

"I'm not gonna be able to sleep. I'm going to make breakfast and get dressed."

"Okay. I'll shower and be right down."

I go downstairs and rummage through the fridge and pantry trying to find something to eat. "Raven we have nothing in this damn house to eat!"

"Why are you shouting I'm right here!" She yells from the other side of the kitchen.

"I didn't know you were out of the shower." We laugh "Why don't we have any food in this house?"

Raven comes over and opens the fridge "Clarke we have eggs and toast."

"That's healthy Rave, I want pancakes." I whine

"Get dressed and we can swing by McDonald's on the way to the hospital."

I run upstairs and get dressed. I throw on a cropped, Grey hoodie and a pair of ripped jeans. I throw my hair up into a messy bun. I decide to put on some makeup. I put on a little foundation and conceal on and finish it off with a little mascara. I jog back down stairs were Raven is not so patiently waiting for me.

"Have you went and seen him since he's been in the hospital?" I ask raven when we get in the car

"Yea, a few times. I've gone with O a lot."

"Why don't I remember the last 2 weeks?"

"I don't know sweetie. You've hardly left your room since you drive O to the hospital."

"I remember that. But I couldn't remember why I drove her there."

She reaches over and rubs my shoulder. "It's okay. Whatever happened between you and Bellamy you can fix."

I sigh, "I hope your right."

I look out the window. It's only 5:30am and it's already been a long stressful day. We go through the McDonald's drive through and eat our breakfast on the way to the hospital. When the hospital comes into view I start to get l nervous.

"I can't do this Rave." I say as she parks the car in the hospital parking lot

"Hey, you got this okay? I'm right here. You're not alone."

"What if he doesn't want to see me? What if he hates me? I wasn't exactly the nicest person last time we talked."

"He doesn't hate you, okay? He's been asking to see you since he woke up 5 days ago."

After finally getting over my nerves I walk into the hospital with Raven.

"Clarke!" I see Octavia run over to me. "I'm so glad your here."

"How is he?" I ask hugging her back

"He's good. Typical Bellamy won't shut up about wanting to leave this place."

I smile "that seems like something Bellamy would do."

"He's in room 319 if you wanna go see him."

"Thanks O." I head back there and Raven follows me. "I got this."

I walk back to his room, I knock in the door and patiently wait for him to tell me to come in.

"Come in."

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