upon waking

Clarke woke with her head screaming with pain and light. Her last memory, of Russell’s face hovering above hers, was so fresh it was seconds ago. Her vision was still splotchy, the purple undulating haze over her vision popping as she heaved in breath. Arms held hers locked back behind her, she felt pressure on her shins from someone pressing her down and holding her in place. She blinked down hard and tried to clear her line of sight, and slightly rough, calloused hands pushed her wet hair back and pulled her chin up.“Clarke?” Bellamy. She let out a heavy shuddering breath as his familiar face came into view. “Clarke, please,”***a one-shot what if story post 6x05 and josephine taking over clarke's body. lots of feelings on all sides, and what I think clarke would actually be feeling if someone walked around in her skin. it's short, it's fluffy, it's a hurt/comfort emotional ride. I couldn't get it out of my head, so here you go.