Shameless ~ Bellamy Blake

29~ Blood, Sweat, Tears

I dip the cloth inside the, already red with blood, water and ring it out. I do it three more times, ensuring that all the blood from before is off of it. I turn back around and walk back over to him, crouching down to be at his level. I reach my hand up to his face and wipe the cloth over his cheek, smearing the blood, most of it coming off.

"You shouldn't be scared of me." I mumble. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"Why wouldn't you hurt me?" Murphy asks. "I killed Charlotte."

"You didn't kill Charlotte." I sigh. I bring the cloth to his forehead and wipe horizontally. "And I'm not gonna let them kill you." I stand from my position and walk back over to the water pail, dipping the cloth back into the liquid.

"Why are you helping me?" Murphy asks.

"Because," I sigh. "Believe it or not. I don't hate you. You had a reason for what you did." I ring out the cloth. "And that reason was about to end my life too." I walk back over to him, the sound of my combat boots hitting the floor of the drop ship the only thing breaking the silence.

"I still don't understand." Murphy says.

I take his arm and drag the cloth over his forearm. "What don't you understand?"

"I mean...you're Bellamy's girlfriend..why would he even let you help me?" 

"First off," I chuckle. "I'm not Bellamy's girlfriend." I lift his sleeve up and he winces slightly. I run the cool cloth over his upper arm. "And second of all, he doesn't tell me what to do."

"Wow," Murphy chuckles. "I think you're the only one he lets actually do what they want to do."

I laugh and continue wiping the blood off his arm.

"Murphy!" Clarke growls running into the drop ship.

"Clarke, you're bleeding." I say standing up as I watch the blood stream from her eyes.

Clarke dismisses me. "Murphy, I need you to tell me exactly how you escaped from the Grounders."

"I don't know." Murphy mumbles. "I woke up and they forgot to lock my cage."

I sigh, realization hitting me. "They let you go."

"Tatum, why're you in here?" Bellamy demands, storming in the drop ship.

"Bellamy, stay back!" I yell, putting my arm out for him to stop.

"What the hell is going on?" Bellamy asks, looking between Clarke and I. Bellamy looks at me. "Did he do something to you?"

"What? No!" I yell.

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

"Murphy's the weapon." I mumble.

"Is this your revenge?" Bellamy bursts out. "Helping the Grounders kill us?"

"I didn't know about this, ok?" Murphy says, his face turning extremely pale.

"Stop lying." Bellamy demands loudly.

"Bellamy!" I yell. "I don't think he's lying."

Bellamy turns sharply towards me. "Why're you standing up for him?"

"Hey!" Clarke interrupts our fight, and turns to Murphy. "When're they coming?"

"Murphy, think." I say. "Did you hear them saying anything?"

Murphy's eyes advert to the ground. Then, suddenly, he begins vomiting blood, blood splattering all over the floor of the drop ship. I immediately lurch forward, helping him turn on his side. When he finally finished throwing up, I wiped his mouth with the cloth in my hand.

"They're cruel, viscous." Murphy mumbles.

Bellamy glares hard at me basically holding Murphy. "Do you want to see vicious?" Bellamy threatens.

"Hey, don't." Clarke says. "Whatever this thing is, it spreads through contact."

"We need to quarantine." I command, still slightly rubbing Murphy's back.

"Clarke! Tatum! He's sick!" Finn, Miller and Drew run in carrying Derek, who's seizing out.

"Get him on his side!" I yell running over to him, beating Clarke. I kneel down and shove Derek to his side. "What?" I mumble, feeling his body go limp. "Oh my god." 

"What?" Bellamy asks.

I look up at him, tears threatening to pour. "He's dead."

"Shit." Bellamy mumbles.

"Quarantine! Now!" Clarke screams. "Round up everyone who had contact with Murphy."

I slowly back away from Derek, tears already rolling down my face. 

"Tatum." Bellamy sighs walking over to me, ready to hold me.

"No!" I yell, signaling for him to stop. "I've had contact with Murphy, you could get sick."

Bellamy stops and looks at me with concern written all over his face.

"And everyone they had contact with?" Miller asks.

"Well, we have to start somewhere." Clarke says.