[He's glad she's agreeing easily enough, despite being fully prepared to drag her back to their room like he dragged her from the clinic in the first place.]
[There's a tingle in his throat, and he coughs. Once, twice, three times. He takes another sip of his drink to offset it, then he chuckles at her.] Not particularly interested in sleeping there myself.
[Because where Clarke goes, he goes, right? It's so standard it doesn't even feel awkward to talk about it anymore.]
[He starts coughing again, harder this time, and he covers his mouth with his hand. But it doesn't stop, growing more and more incessant until he spits up blood all over his hand. Bellamy still feels like he's going to gag, like there's more where that came from, but he stares at his hand in shock, his voice scratchy.] What the fuck - [His throat clogs again, and he hacks up more blood, knocking over his mug in the process.]
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[There's a tingle in his throat, and he coughs. Once, twice, three times. He takes another sip of his drink to offset it, then he chuckles at her.] Not particularly interested in sleeping there myself.
[Because where Clarke goes, he goes, right? It's so standard it doesn't even feel awkward to talk about it anymore.]
[He starts coughing again, harder this time, and he covers his mouth with his hand. But it doesn't stop, growing more and more incessant until he spits up blood all over his hand. Bellamy still feels like he's going to gag, like there's more where that came from, but he stares at his hand in shock, his voice scratchy.] What the fuck - [His throat clogs again, and he hacks up more blood, knocking over his mug in the process.]