Defender of Men

01:10

Alasdair Maven Wolfe

"She has sex with Bellamy!"

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I feel like shit.

My stomach churned later that day, feeling like I was about to vomit every waking minute. I was just trying to walk through camp to find Clarke to talk to her about Murphy but as soon as I stepped outside, I almost fell right over. 

And—unfortunately—I did end up puking up the few contents of my stomach to the side of the dropship ramp. Fuck, I think as I sit on the dropship ramp. I feel like someone body slammed me and threw me against a fucking room, over and over. 

I heard Roxi ask, "Ali, you ok–" I held my right hand up, telling her not to be near me. I covered my nose and mouth with my left hand as I commanded, "Don't–" stopping her. I continued, "Something's wrong," my voice sounding sick and strained. 

I felt something—a liquid—run down from my eyes. I commanded, "Stay away from me. This is me trying to take care of you. Roxi. Please," as I forced myself to stand up. Roxi didn't reply, looking at me in shock as I forced myself to get into the dropship. I exclaimed, "Clarke!" before coughing up more blood. 

I started, "Clarke, somethi–" Clarke met my eyes and I saw blood smudged underneath her eyes. Her expression probably mirrored mine. She was wide-eyed, mouth agape, and staring at the liquid—that is almost definitely blood—drying underneath my eyes. 

Clarke whispered, "They let him go." They let him go? What does she mean by that? I broke into another coughing fit, blood splaying itself onto my arm as I coughed. Clarke explained, "It's biological warfare." What's that? Clarke looked over my shoulder, talking to someone behind me.

"You were waiting for the Grounders to retaliate for the bridge? This is it."

I broke into another coughing fit as I heard Bellamy ask, "This is your revenge? Helping the Grounders kill us?" Murphy replied, "I didn't know about this, I swear." A guard handed Clarke some wet rags and she began wiping the blood off of Murphy's face. 

Bellamy shouted, "Stop lying!" My headache increased and I put my hands over my ears, trying to block out all of the noise. Murphy and Bellamy went back and forth, Bellamy shouting his every response.

I shouted, "What the hell is happening? I don't like this!" stomping my right foot on the dropship floor like a kid. I may be mature for my age, but I'm still a kid! Clarke explained, "They're making us sick. The Grounders gave Murphy some sort of hemorrhagic fever to make us weak. We just need to contain it before–"

A flurry of coughing drowned out her voice, and in the corner of the room, Derek began to convulse, flailing his limbs as blood splattered from his mouth. Then, his body stopped almost as abruptly as it had begun. Clarke rose to her shaky feet, limping over to the still body. Seconds later, she looked back at us, the little colour in her cheeks already gone.

"He's dead."

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My current state didn't improve nor worsen. I was in a constant state of feeling nauseous, exhausted, and about to go into a constant fit at every minute I was slumped against the wall. I heard, "Hey, Maves." 

I opened my eyes and looked up, seeing my brother's familiar figure. I whispered, "Hey," seeing the cloth covering his mouth. He's being precautious, good. 

I continued, "What's up?" Nate replied, "Clarke told me you had an outburst earlier. Told me that you didn't understand what was happening." I nodded my head and Nate stated, "Well, I'll start explaining then."