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↠ [8.5] STAY WITH ME

Lagom
(n.) Just the right amount

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Willa put her blue jacket on and got out of the dropship, after giving a cup of water to Murphy. She and Murphy were never really friends, but she felt bad for him. She couldn't even imagine what he had been through.

She was so concentrated feeling sorry for Murphy, that she didn't even notice the rock stuck on the ground in front of her. As soon as her foot hit it, she fell forward, her face meeting the dirty ground. The delinquents that were outside, erupted in laughter, seeing as Willa sat up with her face and clothes all dirty, and spitting dirt that somehow had got on her mouth.

"Nice to see that I entertain you guys." She said.

When she heard someone approaching her, she turned around. Bellamy had his arms crossed over his chest and was trying to contain his laughter. But doing a pretty shitty job, holding it inside. "Are you okay?" He asked her.

"Nice to see that I entertain you too, old man." She replied. Bellamy stretched his hand and Willa grabbed it, letting him help her standing up.

When she was on her feet again, she punched Bellamy on the shoulder, remembering that he and the others had left without telling her anything. "Hey, what was that for?"

"You guys left to go see what was left of the exodus ship and you didn't told me anything." She grumbled. "Why didn't you woke me up? I wanted to go. I needed to go." She said, punching him again.

"I didn't woke you up, because you shouldn't go. You may have lost your father, so no, I didn't want you to came."

Now was Willa's turn to cross her arms over her chest, in annoyance. "What about Clarke, uhm? She lost her mother. Why did she went?" She asked him, ready to punch him again, but Bellamy caught her fist.

"Because I don't care what Clarke does." He replied, a little too loud, getting the attention of a few delinquents that were passing by them. "I care about what you do. Not her." Willa looked at him surprised by his words. "God dammit, Willa! I care about you. Can't you see that?"

Willa stood frozen with her mouth slightly opened, but soon her stunned expression, turned into a smirk. "I could kiss you right now, old man." She said, taking a step closer to him.

"Don't." He said, holding up his hands to stop her. "You have dir -" He paused, his expression turning into pure worry. "Willa, your eyes!"

Confused, Willa lifted her hand to touch her eyes. When she looked at her fingers she saw blood on them. "What the hell? What's happening with me?"

"We need to find Clarke. Now."

He was about to grab her when Willa took a few steps back, putting some distance between them. "Wait, no. Don't touch me." She told him. "We don't know what this is. It could be contagious."

"I don't care." He went to grab her again, but Willa fell on the ground coughing blood. Bellamy grabbed her hair, that already had blood on it, and when she stopped coughing he picked her up bridal style, despite Willa's protests, and carried her toward the dropship.

When they entered the dropship, Clarke was kneeled beside Murphy, with dried blood that had fallen down her face, still visible. "Bellamy, stay back." She told him, when she saw him approaching them. "And put her down and wash your hands, this may be contagious."

Bellamy laid Willa on a blanket away from Murphy and the instant he let her go, she started coughing again, but this time without throwing up blood. "You're going to be okay." He whispered. He took her hair from her face and stood up, turning to look at Clarke. "What the hell is this?" He questioned her.