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Bellamy didn't like worrying. He knew it was useless, it didn't help anyone and a lot of the time it did more harm than good.

Still he couldn't help himself, not when it came to Clarke.

It happened when she was kneeling over Murphy, asking him about how he had escaped. She had turned round and he noticed the blood marks around her eyes before anything else. He shouldn't have cared. It shouldn't have been an issue and she shouldn't have meant as much as she did to him.

But he did care. Rage took over. Rage always took over in the end.

She didn't need it. She didn't need him. She had claimed that she did. On the night he killed Dax. She said he had to go back because she needed him. But he had known then and he knew now that she would never really need him. She was stronger than him in so many ways and in the end he had only gone back because it was the other way around. He needed her. She was everything that he wasn't. She completed him.

But she didn't look strong now. She was lying on the hammock. Asleep. She had been asleep for a while. Her breath fleeting and laboured as she frowned. Always frowning.

She didn't look as strong as he knew she was and he was worried because what if she didn't make it? What if she died? He couldn't do it on his own.

"Please Clarke." He whispered. There was no one around, he would have to go soon. "Please be okay. I need you."

He wouldn't cry. He couldn't let himself be that weak. It was bad enough as it was. He had always known that though. Feelings made you weak, caring is never an advantage.

He took her hand, so small and fragile in his, and held it as tight as he could. "Hold on, hold on for me."

"I need you. I love you Clarke and I don't even know what that means so please come back so I can figure it out. We'll figure it out."

"Please." He whispered, squeezing her hand tighter, breaking his own rule and letting a tear drop any way. "I need you."

"Please don't leave me."