Mistake » John Murphy

He's Back

Chapter 23

So to conclude things, unity day went to shit. We may or may not have started a war with the grounders. All because my dumbass wasn't there to stop everyone being idiots out there. To make matters even worse, Clarke's mother may be dead after a drop ship crashed last night.

Yeah, we're doing great down here.

So whilst everyone else is screwing everything up for the rest of us, I'm stuck in bed, waiting for something- anything- to happen.

"Quinn, there's a problem in the drop ship," Kai runs in with traces of panic all over.

I immediately sit up.

My prayers have been answered.

"What? What's wrong?" I attempt to get in my chair, but fail.

"Here," Kai helps assisting cripple Quinn.

"So, what's wrong?" I ask again.

"Someone's come back. Think they said his name was John Murphy."

My whole body becomes like a statue. I can't move, I can't think, I can barely breathe.

H- he's back? How is he back?

"You're sure? John Murphy?"

"Positive. Bellamy and Clarke have gone in there and-"

The second I heard Bellamy's name, I started to move. He wants to kill him. Just like last time. And as much as I want to join in, I also can't watch him die.

I never thought this day would come. I really didn't.

"Can you help me?" I ask and Kai assists me when heading in. Still pushing me along in my chair.

Surely, I'll be out of this soon, right?

When we enter, all I can see is the back of heads. Clarke, Bellamy, and Finn.

Just keep breathing, Quinn. Just keeping breathing.

My palms are starting to sweat, my heart is racing like a bass drum, I'm struggling to keep my cool. I really don't know what to do.

Sure, I saw him for a split second when I was high. But that wasn't real. It wasn't. This is real... unless pinching doesn't work anymore.

Kai pulls up beside Clarke and only then, do my eyes lay upon him. He's covered in blood, head to toe, with scratches all over his face. His hands are caked in dry blood, and his shirt is consumed by tearing.

And no jacket? That doesn't seem like John.

To say he looked like shit, would be the understatement of the year.

I notice him looking up and down at me, and I don't blame him. We've both changed since we last saw each other. I'm now in a chair, and he's been tortured by the grounders.

Still, knowing his eyes are on me, leads my hands to take ahold of my baby bump. PTSD, I guess.

"He claims he was with the grounders," Derek states.

"We caught him trying to sneak back into camp," Connor says.

"I wasn't sneaking," John says hoarsely. "I wan running from the grounders."

"Anyone see grounders?" Bellamy asks.

Connor and Derek both shake their heads.

"Well in that case-" Bellamy raises a gun at John, but is stopped by Finn.

"Hey, what the hell's wrong with you?" Finn pushes the gun down.

"We were clear what would happen if he came back!" Bellamy yells, raising the gun again.

"No! If he was with the grounders, then he knows things that could help us!" Finn argues back.

"Help us? We hanged him, we banished him, and now we're gonna kill him," Bellamy lists. "Now get the hell out of my way."

"No, Finn's right," Clarke says, walking over to John to look him over.

This whole should we kill him or not is giving me a headache.

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

"I am thinking about her," Clarke says. "But what happened to Charlotte is as much our fault as his."

"I can't believe this! I can't believe you'd be so stupid to believe him!" Bellamy goes on. "We should just kill him right now-"

"You are not going to lay a finger on him," I say, finally feeling confidence in what I'm about to do.

"Kai, can you help me up?" I whisper and he nods quickly.

No way do I want to feel any smaller than I already know I am. Particularly when I'm arguing with Bellamy Blake.

"Did you hear me?" I breathe out, trying to keep my balance.

"Quinn-"

"No, Bellamy! You will not hurt him!"

"He threatened our child-"

"I don't care what we did! We've all made mistakes!"

Finding my strength at an all time low, I take a seat back in my chair.

"Quinn, are you okay?" Kai asks.

"I'm fine."

Except for the fact that my leg is fucked. Yup. I'm fine.

"Hey," Clarke calls. "He wasn't lying. His fingernails were torn off. They tortured him."

"You and the grounders should compare notes," Finn says to Bellamy, and I can't help but smile.

"The grounders know we're at war," Bellamy states before looking to John. "What did you tell them about us?"

"Everything."

He's honest, I'll give him that. But an idiot, nonetheless.

Looks are exchanged before Clarke turns back to Bellamy. "Once he's better, we find out what he knows, and then he's out of here, okay?"

As she walks off, Bellamy asks, "What if he refuses to leave? What do we do with him then?"

She stops and bluntly replies. "Then we kill him."

He won't die. He hurt me, but I won't let him die.

I look back at John for a small second. A second I regret in an instant.

"Quinn I-"

Ignoring John, I turn and roll away.

I hate him. I really hate him.

Then why can't I let him die?