Mortality

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"Where is he?" Bellamy bellows. "Everyone but Conner and Derek out now!" I lay there in shock, wondering if I should get out. I try to sit up, but Clarke glares at me.

Guess that answers that.

I lat back down, waiting for shit to hit the fan.

"He claims he was with the Grounders," Derek says once everyone is out.

"We caught him trying to sneak back into camp," Conner adds.

"I wasn't sneaking. I was running from the Grounders," Murphy counters. I look over at him, my heart clenching at the state he's in. He's all scratched up, his left eye is swollen, and he's bleeding from, well, everywhere. He glances at me, and I can't decide whether he's disgusted with me or wondering why the hell I look like I was the one in the Exodus crash.

"Anyone see Grounders?" Bellamy asks.

"Uh-uh."

"Well, in that case." Bellamy points his gun at Murphy. I start to get up to stop him, but my lack of strength and the fresh arrow wound stops me from moving too far. Murphy holds up his hands and cowers away.

"Bellamy, stop," I grunt, still trying to get up. He glances at me and puts his gun down, pushing me back on the hammock gently.

"Don't move," he orders. I glare at him but relent.

"Hey, what the hell is wrong with you?" Finn demands.

"We were clear what would happen if he came back," Bellamy reminds him.

"No. If he was with the Grounders, then he may know something that may help us," Finn counters.

"He has a point, Bell," I add. He shoots me a glare, but I ignore it.

"Help us? We hanged him, we banished him, and now we're gonna kill him. Now get the hell out of my way." Bellamy points the gun at Murphy again. Clarke moves over to Murphy, blocking Bellamy.

"No. Finn's right." Bellamy gapes at Clarke.

"Like hell he is! Clarke, think about Charlotte."

"I am thinking about her, but what happened was as much our fault as it was his." She picks up his hands and examines his fingers. His fingernails are missing. "He's not lying. His fingernails are torn off." She looks up at Murphy in pity. "They tortured him."

"You and the Grounders should compare notes," Finn mumbles to Bellamy. I groan in exasperation.

"Finn, shut up."

"The Grounders know we're at war," Bellamy shoots back. He looks at Murphy, and I know what he's going to ask next. "What did you tell them?" Murphy swallows and meets Bellamy's eyes.

"Everything."

We're so screwed.

Clarke stands and walks over to Bellamy. "Once he's better, we find out what he knows, and then he's out of here. Okay?"

"What if he refuses to leave? What do we do with him then?" Bellamy asks after Clarke's retreating figure. She looks back at Murphy before Bellamy.

"Then we kill him."

"What? No! We're not killing anyone! That's completely out of the question!" I exclaim, immediately shutting down the idea. Murphy looks at me in shock, but I ignore him, staring Bellamy down.