A. )

[ The shock of pain nearly lays him out. The sensation of burning, the rising scream of agony, and then then, unexpectedly, nothingness. In the wake of it comes the realization that there's something, or more importantly, someone missing. That void tears at him, has him staggering a step to lean against the wall even as the alarms begin blaring overhead. The buzz of the hive in his head, Angel's voice warning against being caught out, it comes from a great distance and Bellamy doesn't immediately respond. He's never felt death like this, in his head, vivid and all consuming. It rattles him, even if he can't afford to be rattled in this moment. The moment he takes to regroup is a mistake. Bellamy pays for it immediately as a guard rounds the corner, eyes widening as he sees Bellamy.

There's a single burst of thought, unchecked, telegraphed outwards: Fuck.

It's Mount Weather again. The ensuing scuffle is immediate, vicious, and relatively silent. Bellamy has two hands on the man's throat when it happens, when something tips and flows out of him, and the skin beneath his fingers goes mottled and black. The burn spreads and the man crumples beneath him, rolling over to vomit. Bellamy shoves away from him, staggers back a step. Still doesn't run, even though he knows he should. Did he do that? Was that him? ]

The hell?

[ As if the man at his feet could explain. Bellamy's skin's gone clammy, temperature rising, but he passes it off as an aftermath of the fight, rather than blowback from what he's just done. It couldn't be related, as far as Bellamy understands. ]

B. )

[ The alarms don't cease. By this time, Bellamy's pale, unsteady on his feet, running on sheer stubbornness. His thoughts circle around and around to the dropship and that first bought of sickness, of being dead on his feet and coughing up blood. This is something different, but it drags his memories back around to it, compounding the misery of Anakin's loss. It's not crippling, not yet, but he's pushing on through sheer, dogged commitment to getting out, back to the Bearings. (And because he knows that being caught here isn't an option, even if all he wants to do is sit down and maybe throw up again.) He reaches out with his mind, catching at anyone who'd entered the building with him. ]

( How many are left here? We don't have much time left. ) [ Then, maybe a little shamefully— ] ( If anyone's nearby, I can use a hand. )

[ He'd make it out, one way or another. But if he meets someone else in the hall, Bellamy isn't sure how that encounter would go. There's a clear sense that no one should double back for him, telegraphed through his thoughts. Help should only come if it's convenient, and he'd make do without it, if not. ]

A. )

[ The sickness doesn't abate. Alone in his room, Bellamy looks at his hands for a long moment, uncertain, before sitting down with a groan and stripping off his jacket, unlacing his boots. It's a laborious task; Bellamy's strength is gone, burned up by the fever, but at least he doesn't feel the urge to vomit again. It's a small reprieve. Bellamy still doesn't quite understands what this means for him, but he's going to try to ignore it for the moment. Which entails an attempt to collect himself, suppress the outward evidence of illness as best he can before facing the fall out of the bomb and Anakin's death. He sheds the sweat-soaked t-shirt and bows forward, face in his hands, elbows on his knees, and tries to breathe through the sense of weakness and fear. Company isn't in the cards, but he left the door ajar on the off chance anyone wanted to speak with him. ]

B. )

[ Eventually, Bellamy emerges from his room. He's uncertain how much of the pull is the need to be near the rest of the nest right now, but as his instincts support the need to convene and at the least, discuss what happened if not consider how best to move forward, he acquiesces. They failed in their part of the mission. A bomb derailed the rest of it. The urge to retaliate is strong, but Bellamy doesn't trust himself to voice it. Right now, he's really just here to listen. At some point, he's probably going to dip out to go throw up, because the aftereffects of his power are just that awesome. ]