The first thing Bellamy does upon seeing the waterfall is remove his shoes and pull of his shirt. "What are you doing?" Clarke asks from behind him. He looks back at her and sees that she's gripping the strap of the pack so tight her knuckles are white. Her lips were pressed together in a firm line and her eyes were narrowed just slightly.

"Just thought I'd wash off." He answers. "Want to join me?" Clarke shakes her head and takes a seat on a large, flat rock nearby. "It'll just take a minute." He says to her as he pulls off his socks and removes his jeans. Clarke doesn't respond as Bellamy moves towards the small pool of water, wearing only his boxers.

Bellamy tenses when his foot hits the water, it's colder than he'd thought it would be. He hurries in, trying to act like the coolness of the water isn't giving him goosebumps. When it's up to his chest Bellamy plugs his nose and lowers himself until the top of his head is covered. He comes back up, unplugging his nose a second too soon. Water rushes into his nose and mouth, he chokes on it, more water streams down his face and his eyes refuse to open. Suddenly he's back at Mount Weather, his flesh being burned with impossibly hot water, his body scrubbed by brushes that somehow manage to make the water even more painful. The shackles are around his neck, hands, and feet again. Needles plunge into his arm and a pill that makes the world spin is shot down his throat. He thrashes, but water still burns his throat, he can't stop coughing. Had he imagined escaping? Had Maya ever released him from his shackles? Had Clarke ever come to save him and the rest of their people? It had all been a hallucination, probably caused by the drugs they shot into his system before hanging him upside down and using him as a blood bag.

"Bellamy!" The memory of Clarke's voice echoes in his mind. For a moment he's relieved, she didn't have to see him like this. He feels the pressure of a needle on his arm and tries to fight back. His elbow connects with something. "Bellamy!" Clarke's voice is there again, louder this time. Hands touch his face and the water suddenly stops streaming down it. He coughs his lungs clear of water and opens his eyes.

Clarke is looking up at him, her eyes wide with either concern or fear, maybe both. Her hands are still on his cheeks, but Bellamy is staring at the red spot under her right eye. "Clarke?" He looks around them. The waterfall, it had all been in his head. His mind had pulled him to a dark place, just because a little water went down his throat the wrong way. Clarke pulls his eyes gaze back to her and the quickly forming bruise under her eye. It must've been her face his elbow had hit.

"Are you okay?" He can hear the panic in Clarke's voice. Bellamy almost laughs, not even a day ago he strangled a man- no, a father, with his bare hands, shot and killed several others and pulled the lever that killed more innocent people than he could count. Before then he'd gotten hundreds of people on the Ark killed to save what little oxygen they had left. If he hadn't tried to get everyone on the ground to remove their wristbands the people on the Ark would've known the ground was survivable. His advice to Charlotte had gotten her and Wells killed. Bellamy looks at Clarke, a few hours ago she'd been falling apart at the sight of blood. Here he was, nearly drowning and having a panic attack in five feet of water. Neither of them was okay. Maybe they would never be.

"I'm fine." After a moment Clarke let her hands fall from his face and Bellamy noticed that she was still in her clothes, which were now soaked. She'd come running into the water to help him without a second thought. "You got your clothes wet." Clarke glanced down at herself. The water just barely touched the tips of her hair, but she was soaked. She gave Bellamy a long look before heading back to the shore. He doesn't move until she glances over her shoulder at him and stops moving forward.

"I think you washed off enough," She inclines her head towards the shore where Bellamy's dry clothes lay in a pile. Neither of them moves for a few moments and Bellamy can't help but wonder what she's thinking. He finally forcing his feet forward, but the water fights him at every step, slowing his pace. When he's finally beside her Clarke continues walking, though he can see her watching him out of the corner of his eye.

As soon as she's on the gravel Clarke pulls off the soaking wet coat, and then her long sleeve shirt which twists it over and over until water stops dripping from it. She leaves her undershirt on but wrings that out as well. Bellamy sits on a rock near where she dropped their pack and watches as she tugs off her boots, tilting them upside down and watching water pour out. Socks and jeans follow suit and she lays everything on a not so flat rock to dry in the sun's rays. She sits next to Bellamy and he offers her his borrowed over shirt. The right sleeve had been cut off, but the breeze was too cool to be sitting in nothing but a damp tee shirt. Clarke takes it and nods her thanks, when she puts it on Bellamy can't help but realize how it looks on her. Not only was it missing a sleeve, but it was a bit large on him, on her it was nearly a dress. He turns away and smiles to himself. It was kind of cute.

They sit silently for a while, watching the water crash against rocks and listening to the calming sounds of the waterfall. "What happened to you in Mount Weather?" When Bellamy looks at Clarke she's already watching him carefully. So much happened while he was there he wouldn't know where to start, so he sticks to silence instead. Clarke doesn't push him to answer. Instead she takes the sketchbook and pencil from the pack. Bellamy can't help but notice that she opens it to the last page. Clarke starts busily moving her pencil across the page. Bellamy is tempted to watch over her shoulder, but settles with listening to the sound of graphite scrapping on paper and watching the clouds.

Time passes quickly and once Bellamy's boxers are dry he puts on the rest of his clothing, minus the shirt Clarke is wearing. Her clothes are still slightly damp but she puts the book away and slides into her jeans. Bellamy walks to the water while Clarke finishes putting on her boots and fills the bottle. He'll have to figure out another way to get water. He ponders going back to camp for more supplies, but one look at Clarke and her fidgeting hands tells him that's not a good idea. She may seem aright, but she's one bad thing away from taking off again. Though he doesn't really have the right to say anything about her not being okay after what happened to him in the water. Turns out he was just as messed up about their time on the ground as she was. But who could blame them?