Killer // Bellamy Blake (1)

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The dropship was overflowing with the sick. Murphy was feeling better, and some others were, too. Delaney was helping in the dropship as much as she could. She tried to keep everyone hydrated, bringing water cups to everyone on a loop. She couldn't do much about the bleeding except wipe away the blood and tell them to rest.

She got a chance to sit down as someone called her from outside. Murphy rose to his feet, starting toward the entryway.

"I got it." He waves her away. As soon as he stepped through the tarp Delaney rose up. He was back within a few seconds, holding the tarp open for her. "Yeah, you better get it."

"Delaney, Bellamy's sick. He collapsed on a tent." Jasper kept his voice quiet and he backed up as she came down the ramp.

"Relax, I can't carry it." She put her hand up. "Which way?"

Jasper pointed and Delaney started walking - limping, really - in that direction. By the time she got there, Bellamy was out cold, laying on a collapsed tent with blood drying under his nose and down his cheek.

"Hey, Bell, wake up." Delaney squatted down, pressing her fingers against his warm wrist to check his pulse.

She pulled on his arm, trying to get leverage to lift him up. She didn't know how she was going to get him to the ship, especially if she could barely walk herself.

"Bellamy, I need you to wake up and help me," Delaney complained, tapping his cheek.

"Killer, get away. I'm sick."

"We've been over this." She sighed, pulling on his arm. His eyes cracked open. "You need to get up. That's an order."

Bellamy's head lulled to the side before he started to sit up. Delaney grabbed his hand, pulling him to his feet. She wrapped his arm around her shoulders, letting him put most of his weight on her. They swayed a little, but eventually, they started walking toward the dropship.

"I never thanked you." Bellamy murmured. "For Drax."

"You can thank me for that and this after we win tomorrow morning." A pang of guilt shot through Delaney's chest as she said it. In just a few short hours she would be killing her family. Her friends. She'd really be a killer.

"Bellamy?" Octavia's voice cut through Delaney's thoughts as she and the older boy stepped through the tarp.

Delaney did her best to not just drop him on the floor. She lowered him down before her injured leg gave out and she let Bellamy go on a heap of blankets. He turned, throwing up nothing but blood onto the already blood-soaked floor.

Delaney sat down by his side, resting her hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. He pushed her away, wiping his mouth off on his sleeve.

"Get out of here. Jasper needs you."

"Jasper and Finn already left. I'm going to get my warriors here back on their feet."

Delaney grabbed a cup of water and a cool rag, bringing it to Bellamy. She put the rag against his forehead, cooling the fever as she handed him the cup to drink. He did, gulping in the water.

Within a few minutes, Bellamy was fast asleep, the cup sitting beside his makeshift bed. Delaney refilled it before going to sit down next to Murphy. Everyone else was asleep and recovering. All they had left to do was wait until dawn.

"So. . ." John looked around, making sure everyone was sleeping before he continued. "They know about you yet, my queen?"

Delaney snorted out a laugh, looking over at him. "Yeah. When they found out they tied me up like a prisoner."