'I don't know if I am emotionally strong and can handle everything, or I am a heartless sociopath.'
|| Book 2 in the Byrd Delani Series ||
|| The 100 ||
|| Season 5 - 7 ||
|| John Murphy x OC ||
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Abby tended to Byrd's back as she sat beside Murphy as he laid unconscious on the table before her, his hand in her own as she laid her thumping head on his blanket covered side. They'd been put in a bar of sorts, everyone sitting around; the doors locked and seemingly guarded. Octavia sat behind Byrd, watching her carefully as Bellamy sat on the other side of Murphy; Emori at his head.
'Why is he not waking up?' Bellamy asked.
'He will,' Abby stated before tapping Byrd's shoulder; 'You can put your shirt back on now.'
She stood to accept her shirt from Octavia, the girl helping her pull it on before helping her into her jacket.
'Told you I'd see you on the other side,' She turned to her friend.
'Yeh, you did,' The Blake child smirked before wrapping her arms around her.
She held her best friend tight, ignoring the shooting pain stabbing her in the back. She kissed the top of her head, smiling softly at her as she let her go.
'I can't believe I did this to him,' Emori muttered.
'Emori, you didn't,' Bellamy shook his head; 'I did.'
Byrd turned to look at the pair, straddling the seat beside Murphy once more. She didn't meet Bellamy's gaze, but his eyes were set on her.
'It doesn't matter. We need to get out of here,' Octavia spoke up.
'What are you even doing here?' Bellamy stood to look at her as she rounded the table.
'I came to save your ass.'
He scoffed, starting across the room with a glare on his face.
Echo raced over to stop him, 'Bellamy, no, not now. If we're gonna fight our way out, we need her.'
'Echo, we're not fighting them,' Clarke sneered; 'We need them to teach us how to survive down here.'
Byrd scoffed, rolling her eyes as the door by the staircase opened; guards walking in. She sat protectively by Murphy, Emori remaining by his head as they glared at the trio that entered. The girl beamed at them as the man strode toward them with a tray of drinks, a smile on his face as the door shut again after a woman.
'Welcome, friends. If it's true you survived the red sun, then you need a drink,' He greeted.
'Thank you,' Clarke took a glass.
'Thank you,' Jordan accepted a glass from the girl.
He down it on one mouthful, his brows shooting up as he swallowed it.
'That's amazing. What is it?' He looked to the girl again.
'We call it-' She went to answered before she was cut off by the older woman.
