Y/n Murphy was the little sister to John Murphy. Well, technically they were twins, but she was a few minutes younger. She was the only person John cared about. No one else. Just her. Unlike her brother, Y/n was nicer, not an asshole. Though if you...
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The spit of rain could be heard as it hit the dropship, letting the three inside on the top floor of the dropship know that it was raining. Bellamy and Y/n were standing up as he had the Murphy girl face her, gently holding her pained wrist in his hand as Clarke was crouched beside Lincoln, wrapping up his leg.
Noticing that the Blake boy continuously was glancing at her neck, Y/n hesitantly let her head lull to the side, letting him get a closer look on the bruises that had began to form as it looked like fingerprints that was dented onto her neck from Lincoln. Bellamy frowned at the sight, wishing he could have stopped it from happening but they underestimated how strong reapers were.
When he gently brushed his fingers against the skin of her neck and on the bruises, Bellamy's frown deepened when Y/n jumped back, her head moving back forward as she placed her good hand where his fingers had just been, memories of being hanged by her own people filling her brain.
Before the Blake boy could say anything, Clarke was placing her hand on Y/n's shoulder, wanting to get a look at the girl's wrist. Y/n took her wrist out of Bellamy's rough hand but gentle grip as she let the blonde check on it, soon watching as she began to wrap it up, claiming her mother would know what was up with it.
"Your mom would be proud." Y/n tells her.
Clarke sighs. "My mom would know how to save him."
Just then, the sound of the hatch opening fills their ears, making them all look over, seeing Octavia was climbing back up. The Blake girl glanced between them all before someone was following her up the ladder. It was a grounder. Bellamy didn't hesitate to grab his gun, cocking it as he aimed it at the grounder, but Octavia rose her hand as she stepped in front of her friend.
"Bellamy, don't. He's Lincoln's friend and their healer." Octavia informs.
The sound of Lincoln letting out croaks as his body began to shake caught their attention. Y/n crouches beside him, Clarke and Octavia doing the same while Bellamy kept the gun in his hand. Foam started forming out of Lincoln's mouth, showing he was seizing.
They all watched as the grounder grabbed a bottle of liquid, tipping it over Lincoln as he said something in their language. Just as the liquid starts dripping down, Y/n's eyes widen before placing her hand beneath the bottle, letting the drop land on her hand.
"Wait!" Y/n exclaims, making the grounder unsheathe a large knife.
Bellamy cocks his gun. "Back off. Right now."
"Yu gonplei ste odon." Y/n mumbles, sharing a look with Clarke. "It's what they say before death."
"He's not trying to heal him. He's trying to kill him." Clarke realizes.
