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When Raven sees Bellamy lying on an infirmary bed in a very impressive pool of blood, at first she is convinced it’s not his. He’s always been incredibly lucky; no matter what they go through, Raven always finds whole, unblemished skin under blood and grime when she peels off his shirt at night. She learned to depend on this.
So this simply can’t be his blood.
“Get on your feet,” she says in her best cheerful voice. “We’ve got work to do.”
That gets his attention, makes him blink groggily before his eyes finally focus on her.
“Yeah, right on it,” he manages with a slur, as if he’s drunk. Then he makes rather a pathetic attempt to prop himself up on his arms.
Raven is by his bed in a blink of an eye.
“We went hunting, and some idiot shot me in the leg. It’s just a scratch, Clarke already stitched me up and gave me something for the pain.”
This makes her stop, stop and finally let out a breath. Her eyes find a fresh bandage on Bellamy’s thigh, and from the surge of emotions that start running through her head, she picks the most familiar.
“You took guns to the woods?” she barks, and berates him in earnest; for wasting ammo and making noise, for enlisting people too dumb to manage triggers, and for leaving trails too easy to follow. She breaks her back making bullets, and there isn’t enough gunpowder, and if anyone attacks them now…
She’s still prickly when she wraps her arm around Bellamy’s waist, and helps him walk to his tent.