try to empty out the ocean with a spoon

"Do you want to tell me what's going on?" Bellamy asks, his voice almost too soft for her to hear."You already know what's going on," she spits, the rough edge of the seatbelt digging sharply into her palms. She feels wobbly and sick, and frankly, she wishes she could've stayed in the ICU longer, no matter how much she hates the bright lights and the sterile halls."Clarke—""No one came back for me," she whispers, her voice shaking and cracking. "I did," he tells her. "I came back."the aftermath of a car crash leaves clarke griffin completely at odds with everyone and everything. except bellamy.