[ It's over. It's over and the pain of it's crippling even secondhand. If Bellamy hadn't known better, he'd have examined his own back to be sure there's not a twin wound blossoming there. Rey's emotions are a deluge of pain, physical and otherwise, and it takes concentrated effort not to be drowned entirely by them. Bellamy has enough pain of his own; it's always all too easy to be swept up if he allows even the slightest room for it.
Instead, he focuses on the immediate and physical. Rey's crumpled and unconscious, with the kind of wound Bellamy doesn't know how to treat. He thinks briefly of Clarke (Clarke would know what to do for this) but pushes her from his mind as he kneels at Rey's side. ]
Rey, [ he murmurs, bending close, careful not to touch the angry slash on her back. ] Rey.
[ He can't help the rising anger, the sense of betrayal. Ren was a friend, or could have been. As little as he knows of Rey, the vicious need to protect his brood is inescapable. ]
hopscotches in here
Instead, he focuses on the immediate and physical. Rey's crumpled and unconscious, with the kind of wound Bellamy doesn't know how to treat. He thinks briefly of Clarke (Clarke would know what to do for this) but pushes her from his mind as he kneels at Rey's side. ]
Rey, [ he murmurs, bending close, careful not to touch the angry slash on her back. ] Rey.
[ He can't help the rising anger, the sense of betrayal. Ren was a friend, or could have been. As little as he knows of Rey, the vicious need to protect his brood is inescapable. ]
Can you hear me?