Saturn [BELLAMY BLAKE BOOK 1]

20... friends or foes

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Chapter Twenty

Ivy awoke to the sound of shouts from outside of the drop ship. She wasn't sure how long she had been asleep, but she guessed that it was now at about evening time by the dimmed light outside from the setting sun. Looking around in confusion, Ivy scanned her eyes over the whole room full of sick people. The number of sick had increased greatly during the amount of time she had been resting. Letting out quiet groans at how hard it seemed to be to just stand up, Ivy used the wall beside her for support, until she finally managed to get on her feet, dragging them over to the doorway like bricks.

Pushing the curtain aside, Ivy stood behind Clarke with furrowed brows at what exactly was going on. There were people literally collapsing as the effects from the virus hit them; blood sputtered out from their mouths in coughs, they looked to their friends for help but only had guns pointed at them, and yells for them to stay back. It was complete chaos as people tried to stay as far away as they could from the infected, using their new weapons to help them do so. Someone was bound to get shot.

Finn was trying to get those who were sick to quarantine without actually making contact with them, while Ivy could see Bellamy shouting at those with guns, to lower their weapons, and putting himself between them to stop them.

When the crowd didn't settle, and continued to ignore Bellamy's commands, Ivy gasped as Clarke picked up a gun and fired three shots into the air, directing all the attention onto her. "This is exactly what the Grounders want." She said weakly. "Don't you see that? They don't have to kill us, if we kill each other first."

"They won't have to kill us, if we all catch the virus, so get back in the damn ship!" As a boy neared her with a gun pointed at both herself and Clarke, Bellamy quickly took action, grabbing the gun and slamming the back into the boy's throat. He stumbled back, clutching the spot where he had been hit in pain, but backed down without another word. As if he could manage to get one out anyways.

Bellamy paused to take in Ivy's ill-stricken state. From the blood under her nose, to her chapped lips, and the sickly paleness of her skin. He swallowed thickly before looking over to Clarke. "Not to state the obvious, but your quarantine isn't working."

Staring at him blankly, Clarke couldn't find herself able to speak as her body began to fall over to the ground. Finn rushed to her aid just as Raven cried, "Finn, don't touch her!"

But he already had Clarke in his arms, looking down at her in concern. Shaking her head, she told him, "Let me go. I'm okay."

"No, you're not." He replied, furrowing his brows. He didn't know how to help her. There was still a bit of blood under her eyes, and her sparkling blue irises had gone dull from how tired she was. She needed rest.