𝔻𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝔹𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕨 [1] || bellamy b. series

Chapter 11

'What did they do to you?' Clarke asked John.

'A lot of vicious things but I don't even remember most of it.'

Suddenly seeing John the day after Unity Day was very awkward. He didn't ask much question about me and Bellamy but I knew he was already thought there were something going on between us. After all, he did bring it up during our fight. The reunion however didn't last long since he fainted right in front of us.

As I took a wet towel, I kneeled next to him and wiped blood off of his face, gently. 'I'm sorry I didn't go after you that night, John.'

'I'm glad you didn't otherwise you would've been tortured too.' Even with his bloody and swollen eyes, his smile was sincere.

'You wouldn't even be in this mess if I went after you.'

He chuckled, then suddenly threw up blood all over the dropship. I called his name as I hold onto him. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. 'Murphy can be contagious, stay back.' Bellamy shouted as he tried to pull me away from John.

I jerked my arm away from him, not moving away. 'No, I need to take care of him.'

'Reyes, it can be dangerous.'

'Then so be it.' I ignored Bellamy and continued to stay besides him.

'Well, for now we don't know what's going to happen.' Clarke said. 'Whoever had contact with him should all stay in the dropship. Which means Bellamy, you're out.'

Bellamy sighed, 'I can't have Reyes in here.'

'She had contact with Murphy, she's not going anywhere.' Clarke spoke sternly.

I turned around as I met my eyes with his, 'I'll be fine, Blake. Go get the people in here before it spreads.'

'Alright.' Bellamy nodded as he stepped outside.

'I'm going to go ask Octavia to find a cure for this virus. You stay here just in case people start showing symptoms, okay?' Clarke asked a favor before she went to look for Octavia.

After couple of hours since John showed symptoms, people in the dropship started acting the same. They threw up blood, they had high fever and even some of them were bleeding from their eyes. One of them was Clarke.

'This is probably revenge for taking one of the grounders as hostage' I mumbled.

'Why did you guys do that?' John spoke softly, still in pain from the virus.

'Blake thought it was a good idea to torture him for information. Just like what the grounders did to you.'

'Must of been a brutal torture because this is crazy.'

'No, I stopped Bellamy before he tortured Lincoln.'

'Seems like Bellamy is listening to you. Didn't know you guys will ever get along really well.' John implied, changing the subject.

Giving him a quick smile, I tried to avoid this conversation. 'How're you feeling?'

'I feel a lot better, actually. What about you, Y/N?'

It has been a long time since I heard him say my name. It brought back so many good memories from back when we were at the Ark.

'No symptoms, I feel normal. And I'm glad you're feeling better.'

John tilted his head up as Jasper carried a lifeless body outside. 'The virus finally killed someone.'

After the virus spread across the camp, it showed that this virus can in fact cause people to die. We've so far lost a couple of our people and some didn't even have contact with John at all.

'I'm glad you're not dead, John.' I softly grinned as I gently patted him on his shoulder.

'You know you used to call me Johnathan whenever I was in trouble or you worried about me. I guess that's over, huh?'

As much as I didn't want to talk about our relationship right now, it was up for discussion and there was no turning back now. 'You left me without saying anything. I don't know what else to tell you.'

'You left me first, Y/N. You left me ever since you fell in love with someone else.'

My brows furrowed, 'What are you talking about?'

'Let's set him down here.' I heard Octavia yelling as her and Monty carried Bellamy into the dropship. I quickly walked over to him, noticing that he had symptoms from the virus.

'Karma's a bitch isn't it?' Bellamy chuckled then coughed blood all over the floor.

I rubbed his back as he wiped his face with a towel. 'Karma?'

'You and Octavia aren't infected. I don't think that's a coincidence.'

'Don't think like that. Did you find a cure?' I questioned Octavia.

She looked disappointed, 'No, Lincoln says there is no cure. The grounders did it to soften up the battlefield. They're attacking first thing at dawn.'

'Shit. I'm gonna look for my sister. Blake, hang in there okay? I'll be right back.'

'When you do come back in the dropship, you better not be infected.' Bellamy panted as I walked to Raven's tent.

'Raven, are you having any symptoms from the virus?' I enter the tent as I watch her build some new weapon.

'No, I'm feeling alright.' She turned around to smile at me then continue to work. 'I'm building a bomb for the fight.'

I looked at my sister, impressed. 'You can build a bomb?'

She nodded, 'Of course, luckily the bunker that you and Bellamy found had some good tools to build one.'

'So what's the plan? Bomb their camp?'

'There's a bridge that they'll have to cross before getting here. We had an idea that maybe we can set up a bomb there to slow down their attack. We just need someone to shoot it.'

'I'll do it.' I said without hesitation.

'Y/N, you know it's dangerous.'

'And? I'm tired of being useless around here. If I'm healthy, might as well make myself useful.'

Raven took a deep breath, 'Are you sure?'

'Positive.'

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I was on standby with a gun on my hand, ready to shoot the bomb to explode the bridge. Raven carefully walked to the bridge as she started putting the bomb together. As soon as she was done, she collapsed on the floor; the virus finally caught up to her.

With the gun on my hand, I ran towards Raven. I held her on my shoulder, moving her away from the bridge into the woods far enough to where the explosion wouldn't hit her. I look back at the bomb, realizing that I left my gun on the ground when I helped Raven.

The war drum was getting closer; the grounders were on their way to attack. Running as fast as I can, I retrieved the gun back except I didn't have enough time to run far enough to shoot the bomb. As I gripped my gun tightly, I bolted away from the bridge. The grounders came closer and closer, finally reaching the bridge. As I faced them and aimed my gun at the bomb then pulled the trigger.

With one bullet the bridge exploded and the impact of it blew me towards the woods. Next thing I know, everything went blank.