Wanderlust |♤| Bellamy Blake

A Bridge of Hope

Octavia helped Finn carry Clarke into the dropship. The blonde leader grew weaker as she tried to settle the commotion outside. 

"What do I have to do to stop you from coming in here?" Clarke groaned to Finn.

He looked around the dropship for a spot to place her. "Get better."

"If he's not sick by now, then he's probably immune like me."  Octavia said.

They didn't notice Murphy climb out of his hammock until he spoke up. "Here. Come on. She can take mine."

Finn worked quickly to place her down. Now that they were closer, they could see who was in the hammock right next to Murphy's.

Octavia grew worried as she eyes her passed out best friend. Blood was smeared on Charlie's face from where she tried to wipe it away with her hand. Octavia grimaced at the way she looked, hoping that her friend doesn't die like the others. "What happened? Is she ok?"

Clarke side glanced at the girl. "Fitz fainted. She just needs some water."

Octavia nodded slowly, wondering if Bellamy knew. She fetched a canteen of water and lifted Charlie's head. Fitz moved but she was still out of it. The youngest Blake opened Charlie's mouth and began to pour a little bit of water in to her mouth. Charlie drank a few sips before her eyes fluttered open. She gave a small smile to Octavia and reached for the cup. Her hand shook at first from holding it but she used her other hand to keep it steady and gulped down some more water.

"What else did Lincoln tell you?" Finn asked Octavia. Besides Charlie, Finn was probably the only other person to be on Octavia's side about the grounder. Despite the fact that he was stabbed by the guy. 

"The virus doesn't last long." She said with a shrug, turning around to refill the canteen.

"It's true. I feel better." Murphy announced, his eyes connecting with Charlie's. In a way, he was subconsciously assuring her that he was ok. He doesn't know why he was, he doesn't believe that she cares for him. He thinks that all the things she did for him was just a front. Murphy doesn't believe that he is worthy enough for someone to care about him. Charlie, however, knows otherwise. 

"They need to stay hydrated." Clarke informed, trying to get up. She was pushed back down by Finn. Forever the hero to the blonde leader.

"You need to stay hydrated." he said softly. Octavia was back and handed the cup to Clarke. She took a small sip before shoving the cup back at Octavia.

"Ok. Them, too." she said.

"There is plenty more water." Charlie rasped out. "Drink."

Clarke eyed Charlie before finally taking another sip. She handed the cup back to the brunette. "Please?"

"It's ok. I'll do it." Octavia said, backing up.

Murphy stood up. "I'll help you." They started to give the others some water.

Charlie turned to Finn. "What did I miss?" Sure it was a broad question but he knew exactly what she meant.

"Don't worry, Bellamy is fine." He said with a small smile as he pushed her hair back. Charlie let out a relieved sigh."Oh and uh- everyone almost shot each other like five minutes ago." He replied.

"What?" She breathed out with wide eyes.  

"Yea. A lot of people got sick and the others were freaking out. Clarke handled it though." Finn explained.

Charlie nodded slowly, leaning back since she grew tired from her reaction. She started to doze off without even realizing it. She ended up falling asleep for a few hours until she heard heightened voices of worry.