Mortality

༄Doubt༄

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Being awoken by the sound of people puking up blood isn't my idea of a good time. I open my eyes and look around hazily. Murphy is giving someone water, but they push it away.

Only one person is dumb enough to do that.

I sit up slowly to confirm my suspicions. The sight of Bellamy pale, sweaty, and bleeding makes my stomach twist. I painfully scoot off the cot and crawl over to the cot Bellamy is on, sitting beside him. Bellamy and Murphy glare at me.

"You shouldn't be moving," Bellamy says.

"You shouldn't be refusing water," I retort. Bellamy says nothing, just keeping a level glare at me. I look up at Murphy and hold my hand out of the cup. "I got it." He hands me the cup and moves off to help others. I take a sip before giving it to Bellamy. He shales his head, pushing it back towards me.

"You need more." I scowl.

"Drink the damn water, Bellamy." He reluctantly takes it and sips from it before holding it back out to me. I roll my eyes. "Murphy." Murphy takes the cup. "Can you make sure everyone else has had water, please?" He salutes me and walks away. "How're you feeling?"

"Better," he shrugs. I nod.

"That's good. Me, too." He gives me a look.

"Are you really?"

"I'm not dead," I point out. Clarke walks into the dropship and scowls at me.

"Why are you up?"

"If one more person asks me that," I mumble. "Bellamy was refusing water. Someone had to make sure his stubborn ass drank some." Clarke sits down on the other side of Bellamy and huffs. Bellamy looks over at Clarke.

"You feeling better?" Clarke smiles, resting her hands on her knees.

"Yeah." Bellamy nods a little, smiling shyly.

"That's good." I look between the two of them before deciding I don't care what's quite obviously forming between them because it's not my business.

I don't care.

"You seen Octavia?" Bellamy asks.

"She was up all night helping people. Murphy gave her a break."

"Don't tell me you trust him," Bellamy grumbles.

"Trust? No. I do believe in second chances, though," she replies. My lips quirk into a smile.

Maybe I won't have to fight to keep Murphy at camp.

"It's almost dawn. Better get everyone inside. If we lock the doors, maybe the Grounders will think no one's home." I snort.

"Right. I have a better chance at running a marathon." Clarke grins, shaking her head.

"Not everyone is sick," Clarke reminds him.

"Better sick than dead."

"You don't think Finn and Jasper are gonna pull it off." I look up.

"Pull what off? What the hell did I miss?"

"Raven made a bomb from the rocket fuel at the Exodus crash site to blow up the bridge. It's to slow the Grounders down," Clarke informs.

"Smart."

"Do you think they'll pull it off?" Bellamy asks Clarke. Clarke pauses for a moment.

"I'll get everyone inside." She stands and starts to round everyone up. I sit there, counting to calm myself. The way Bellamy looked at Clarke was more than co-leaders or friends. It was much more. But I have no right to feel this way. Wells was murdered a mere two weeks ago. I can't be falling for someone else this quickly. What kind of person does that make me?