PROTECTOR | bellamy blake fanfic

we are grounders I

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Analia

The sun was barely starting to rise when we made it back to camp.

After Bellamy carried Myles dead weight inside the dropship, Jasper and I did everything we could to stop his bleeding.

Though his wound could heal, his breathing was worsening by the minute. I leaned my ear over his chest, listening to the rattling. His eyes were closed, and he was too weak to speak. I figured he'd been out in the woods for hours, dying in pain.

"What is it?" Jasper asked, his expression grim.

"We need Clarke," I told him.

Jasper nodded. "I'll try the radio again. See if I can get anything."

I stayed behind as he climbed up the ladder and into the upper level.

My attention snapped back to Myles when I heard him groan something unintelligible. He grasped at his throat, shaking. I quickly lifted his head up, but he still wouldn't open his eyes.

"W...ater," he choked out and tears poured down the corners of his eyes.

"I'll get some," I told him gently.

Leaving his head propped, I ran to our supply area. It didn't take long find the cup, fill it, and start back for Myles.

But I heard the noises before I saw him.

Gasping sounds. Struggled breathing.

Murphy.

He was on top of Myles— strangling him to death. He whispered, "This is for tying the noose that they hung me with. Say hi to Connor for me."

His voice was drugged with venomous rage. Bellamy was right, they should've never let him back in camp.

Murphy sensed me. He spun around and his eyes went wide.

"A-Analia," he stuttered. "I was just trying to save him. He quit breathing."

Clank.

I turned— saw Jasper silently climbing down the ladder. There was a gun in between Murphy and Jasper. All three of us saw it.

For a second I didn't move, just kept watching Murphy's movements. That's when Jasper decided to act. He barely grabbed the gun before Murphy shoved him backwards and yanked it out of his hands.

"Murphy, just put the gun down," Jasper pleaded with his hands held up.

I reached for my pocket, pulling the knife out.

"Analia, be smart about this," Murphy warned, swaying the gun directly at my chest.

Voice calm, Jasper said, "Ok, ok. It's cool. Let her go, Murphy. It's just us."

"Yeah," Murphy laughs. "And if Bellamy finds out I held a gun to her?"

Bellamy, over radio: Held a gun to who?