Prisoner 138 {The 100} [1]

Chapter 10: More Than the Flu

"What the hell is going on?" I asked, my voice shaking as Bellamy held me tighter.

From behind us, Derrick, a boy with shaggy blond hair and big brown eyes, suddenly bent over holding his stomach as he coughed harshly, throwing up blood in the process. My eyes widened at the sight of the dark red liquid hitting the ground near us.

"Clarke, what's happening?" Bellamy asked, taking a step closer to her, obviously worried.

"Bellamy, get Ari away from us," Clarke ordered, putting her hand out, stopping him from getting any closer.

My stomach dropped. "Why?"

"They're the ones who brought Murphy in," she explained before running toward the dropship. Bellamy's face went pale as he realized what was happening. Not being able to think right, he brought me to his own tent instead, placing me on his bed.

"I'll be back later, stay here," he said sternly and left before I could protest.

It wasn't for a few more hours that he finally came back. I passed the time by looking at things around his tent, trying to distract myself from the anger building inside me at the knowledge of John Murphy being back in camp.

The last time I had been in here was about a week ago and I didn't look around much then as I was preoccupied by the possible execution of my friend. His tent smelt like him, as did his blankets. I hadn't gone out of my way to sniff them or anything but it was just something I noticed.

When he finally came back, Bellamy handed me water and a pouch of berries before asking how my leg was. He was avoiding making eye contact as he could already tell by my body language that I was furious.

"It's fine, now tell what the hell is going on?"

With a sigh, Bellamy took a seat at the end of the bed. "There's a sickness going around camp, it was brought in yesterday by Murphy."

"Murphy?!" I practically yelled.

Ignoring my outburst, Bellamy continued to explain. "The Grounder kidnapped and tortured him in their camp for three days until he was finally able to escape and he came here because he had nowhere else to go. After some thinking we realized, the Grounders probably let him go with the virus knowing he would come back to camp and spread it."

"Why was he even let back into camp?" I asked with a glare. After everything Murphy has done, why did they take pity on him? He's just going to cause more trouble for everyone, that's the kind of person he is.

"He might know things about the Grounders. He was in their camp for three days, he could have heard something."

Shaking my head, I moved closer to him. "We can learn what we need to know about the Grounder from Lincoln, an actual Grounder."

"That's exactly the reason why we can't talk to him. Lincoln is one of them, anything he tells us could just be a lie."

Narrowing my eyes, I wondered if Bellamy actually heard what he said. "And Murphy hasn't ever lied before? Right? Yeah, it's not like he's a criminal or anything." I shook my head in disbelief. "Lincoln has no reason to lie, he clearly isn't like the rest of them. He saved Octavia for god's sake, he helped us try to make peace with the Grounders," I said, beginning to raise my voice.

Bellamy stood up from the bed, his face becoming hard with anger. "Yeah, he did that after he took her hostage and poisoned Finn, and that 'peace meeting' was just a set up that ended in a shootout, that almost got you killed!"

"The shootout was because Jasper went trigger happy." I swung my legs over the side of the bed, glaring at Bellamy. "Regardless of anything they have done, we deserve it. We are the ones in the wrong. We burned down one of their villages with the rockets. We intruded on their territory, we may not have known at the time but we did it and me getting hurt... that's my fault, I should have stayed in camp."