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Obviously, Bellamy did not feel pleased with how Amelia answered his questions. Neither of her answers were helpful and the girl still carried that same attitude. The young man felt his temper starting to bubble and boil but he knew her confidence was wavering. Around this time, Bellamy listened to chatter and noises outside the drop ship, able to decipher a couple screams. This worried him greatly, desiring to know what was happening. However, John Mbege climbed the ladder and pushed open the door, calling Bellamy over for a private conversation away from the captive as she was tied to the chair in the far corner. Mbege explained how Ryan and Clarke went searching for Mount Weather but someone speared Ryan and he was not doing well at all. This only added to Bellamys anger, shooting her a daggering glare from across the large room. When Mbege dismissed himself, Bellamy sealed the latch shut again before storming towards the hostage. Clenching together his fingers into a fist, he sent a thunderous right hook into her abdomen. Bellamy did not hold back, intending to take all the air out of her lungs with one violent punch. Nostrils were flaming and Bellamy could tell these people were not friendly and they might already have a fight. Wordlessly, he took the cloth again and forced it over her mouth and her nose. Taking the gallon carrier of water again, he poured the liquid all onto the cloth. This time, he held the water flow steady for almost twenty seconds longer than the first time. When finishing, he pulled it away so she could start coughing and hacking again. However, in the middle of a coughing fit, Bellamy pulled Amelias head backwards again and restarted the waterboarding technique until the gallon had been emptied. Out of spite, he hurled the empty container towards Amelia. You are going to start talking, bitch. How many of you are there? I promise you I will find each one and kill them all myself. I bet you have family, right? I will kill all your family if you do not talk to me. Bellamy growled again, giving her another stare of death. If looks could kill, Bellamy would have murdered Amelia right then and there. He had no idea what to expect from here but whatever happened was probably not going to be good. The only weapons he had was the lone pistol he took from the Guard to shoot Jaha with just to get onto the Ark. ---------- Only a handful of teenagers remained inside the drop ship while Clarke attempted to save Ryan. Honestly, the medical supplies were not plentiful and Ryan was still not moving. Another check of his pulse occurred yet nothing could be felt pulsating against his skin. When Clarke started to give mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, the others watched as minute after minute passed but Ryan did not move. One of the females, someone that was somewhat close to Clarke, slowly approached her from behind and placed a gentle hand onto the back of her shoulder. Almost everyone knew about Ryan and Clarkes story. Their relationship was something like a myth to some people. How could two people love each other so hard for so long while being so young? They were that one couple nobody thought would ever break up or be with someone else. That fact could not be truer but it seemed like their story was coming to an end. Ryan did not move an inch, did not twitch, and did not breathe. It looked hopeless and the others started to worry about Clarke as she kept trying to bring him back. It was unhealthy for her. She needed to just step away for a minute. Clarke come here. Lets take a walk. The girl whispered quietly, rubbing the center of her back with her hand. Nobody knew how to deal with something like this and nobody knew what to expect since Clarke and Ryan were so deeply in love. However, almost ten full seconds after Clarke stopped trying to bring him back, something strange was happening to Ryan. First, his right arm twitched along with his fingers and then his legs twitched, followed by his eyes twitching lastly. A couple seconds later, his brown orbs shot wide open and looked at the ceiling, a deep inhalation of breath being pulled into his lungs through his mouth. Fuck. Ryan grunted, feeling the stabbing pain into his side. Tilting his head over to the left, he did not quite register where he was or what just happened and he was still a little drowsy but he was definitely alive and when he saw that special blonde beside of him, he immediately reached a hand out for her. Clarke? He asked, unsure if he was just hallucinating.