Gradually, Elektra's vision came back to her. But, instead of the metal building, with the red and yellow wires, the grey and silver walls, the red and white curtains leading outside, she saw only white. It was blinding, painful, and uncomfortable. Whatever happened, however hard she had hit her head when she collapsed, it must have affected the sight in some way. At least that is what she assumed before it began to fade away. The white light was replaced by dull and dark colours.

     Moments ago, where the white light had been, she now suddenly stood in the middle of the woods. But she didn't recognise where. No matter where her eyes landed, no matter how far she walked trying to find out where she was, it remained the same. As if she was in a loop.

     The sound of birds chirping, the wind brushing through the trees, and twigs being stepped on, made her heart race.

     What the hell was happening? She thought to herself, trying to make sense of it all. Was this the punishment for what happened at the bridge?

     Elektra glanced down to her hands, just as she brought them up to rub against her face in annoyance and worry.

     When she lifted them up, they felt sticky, stiff, and warm. Warmer than usual.

     Her hands were covered in fresh, warm, dripping blood.

     In a panic, she looked down at her clothes, only to see that they were covered in the unsettling colour of blood.

     Something glinted on the floor, in the light of the moon that hung above the gap in the trees in the clearing.

     On the floor, in front of her, was a gun.

     Bellamy's gun.

     "This is all your fault."

     She looked up to see Anya standing there.

     Elektra felt relief when she saw her, but that feeling was soon ripped away.

     Anya's chest was pouring out blood, rapidly.

     "Too blinded by love to see that it will get you, and everyone else, killed."

     Elektra shook her head, not understanding. "No. Anya, please. What—?" She blinked, feeling the tears drip down her cheeks, when she opened her eyes, Anya was gone.

     Instead, she was now standing next to Elektra, facing her. "This is your fault. You killed your own people. But, for what? For someone who only sees you as the enemy? Why couldn't you just love your own kind," she spoke with venom in her voice before softening her tone, brushing the hair from the side of Elektra's face, wiping the tears from her cheeks. Anya shook her head, her own lips trembling as she turned Elektra to face her. Anya cupped her cheeks and leaned forward, pressing her forehead against Elektra's. "Are we not enough for you," she whispered, as Elektra closed her eyes, feeling the tears still rolling down her cheeks.

     She sounded broken.

     She sounded lost.

     She sounded exhausted.

     Anya moved away from Elektra.

     When Elektra opened her eyes again, reaching out to touch Anya she was met with an empty space. Anya's name was on the tip of her tongue, and before she spoke it, she heard Anya behind her,

     "Well?"

     She turned to face Anya again. "Anya—" She paused, noticing that her unit leader wasn't wearing her normal clothes anymore, but instead, she wore muddy black jeans, unlaced combat boots that weren't hers. Along her chest was a stained bandeau, faded from a white to a grey, and a leather jacket. Her hair was knotted, down past her shoulders with pieces of dried mud clumped together. Her face no longer had the black war paint from before but was instead scrubbed clean until it bled, with speckles of mud and dried blood across her jaw and cheek.

     Elektra gulped as she took sight of the gaping hole in her chest, oozing out red blood slowly, staining her skin and bandeau.

     "All become of him," she spat out again, glaring at Elektra in disgust. "You killed me... for him. The enemy, El. You killed me so the enemy could live?" Anya's eyes flickered down to Elektra's hands. Elektra looked down as well and saw that Bellamy's gun was no longer on the ground, but in her hands, positioned to aim at Anya's chest. "And you will pay—"

     Anya's voice deepened until it wasn't her own.

     Elektra looked up to see him.

     She shook her head.

     "With my life," Bellamy finished the sentence.

     Instead of his usual clothes and jacket, he only had white boxers, in the same material as Anya's bandeau.

     But he also had the bloody hole in his chest, the blood poured out slower than it did with Anya's wound.

     Elektra dropped the gun to the ground, her hands shaking violently before her body shook, and tears rolled down her cheeks freely.

     "Elektra," he spoke through cracked lips, her eyes met with his.

     "Bellamy, I—"

     "Wake up," he told her softly. His previous demeanour changed from threatening and filled with hatred, to a more concerned and loving one. "Wake up for me." He moved closer and brushed a strand of her hair out of her face, like Anya had done, and behind her ear. "Please, wake up..."

     Elektra, sucking in a deep breath, lurched forward, trying to inhale as much oxygen as she could before she started to cough and choke, feeling the air flood back into her lungs.

     "Woah," someone said beside her, "easy there, killer."

     A chuckle left his lips and Elektra turned her head to look at him. Murphy sat next to her, holding a metal cup filled with water in one of his hands that were raised in the air in surrender.

     Elektra could breathe normally again.

     "W-What?" She muttered and fear crept up on her as she thought about his words.

     Murphy must have noticed as he lowered his hands and smiled faintly, crouching next to her on a makeshift bed in the metal building. He still looked bloodied and beaten, but he seemed to have gained his humour back. Elektra wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing, seeing as she didn't know him, or what he was capable of, especially after hearing that he was 'floated' and banished from his own group.

     He cleared his throat. "I said 'easy there, killer'. You almost hit me when you suddenly sat up, gasping for air—"

     Murphy paused, watching how she looked at him with wisps of fallen hair, from her braid, clinging to the sweat and blood on her face.

     "Are you okay?"

     Elektra shook her head, not feeling like talking. She sniffed, rubbing her face with the back of her hands. Murphy moved, sitting next to her, placing an arm around her shoulders, as he brought her closer she could see where his nails had been pulled off on his fingers.

     "You've been out for a while," he told her, catching her attention away from his hands. "I didn't know you were injured when they brought me back. Sorry about that." Elektra wasn't sure what he was talking about and pulled away from him ever-so-slightly to stare at him. "Oh, right. Well, I tried holding you up when you were about to faint and, I guess, I put too much pressure on your wounds. I dropped you after I fell to the floor as well. But boy," a breathy laugh left his lips as he spoke, with the shake of his head he continued, "was Bellamy pissed at me. Just my luck, I try to do something good and he goes to kill me over it."

     Elektra stood up, abruptly, at the mention of Bellamy's name.

     "You okay?" He asked with furrowed eyebrows.

     "Bellamy's alive?"

     Murphy nodded and Elektra couldn't help out let out a sigh of relief, closing her eyes as she realised it was just a dream... just a nightmare.

     "Do you know where?"

     Before she could ask, a group of people came rushing in with someone who looked limp and unresponsive.

     Murphy stood up.

     "Get him on his side," he demanded as he quickly made his way over to help.

     Elektra moved to follow after him but someone had placed their hands on her upper arms, stopping her.

     "Are you okay?" She heard Octavia and turned her head to look at her. "You were mumbling in your sleep," she spoke with a solemn expression. "You spoke about Anya... then Bellamy. Do you want to talk about it?"

     Elektra shook her head before Octavia grabbed a towel and brought it closer to Elektra's face, causing her to recoil her head back.

     "You're bleeding," Octavia told her.

     Elektra looked down to the towel and saw that it was covered in blood.

     Just like her dream.

     There was too much blood.

     From the other side of the building, someone called out Octavia's name. Octavia looked at the person who called for her and Elektra, debating whether she should go or not. But Elektra made the decision for her and pushed Octavia in the direction of the other person to help, instead of wasting her time with Elektra.

     "Hey, soldier," Elektra heard Clarke and she turned around with a smile.

     "Hey, Doc, how's it—" The smile from her face fell as she saw the blood around Clarke's eyes. "What happened?"

     Clarke shook her head and pulled Elektra into a tight hug, gripping the back of her shirt tightly. Elektra stiffened, not used to most displays of affection.

     "Clarke—"

     "You almost died," she could just about make out Clarke's muffled voice. "You lost a lot of blood, from the wound to the infection."

     Realisation washed over Elektra. "Jus drein jus daun."

     Blood must have blood.

     "Being infected with the haemorrhagic fever that Murphy brought back didn't help. But, I guess, being a soldier helped. You're used to having wounds." Clarke pulled away from Elektra, keeping her hands gripping the side of her shirt tightly. "Hey, listen, I have to check up on some people, take it easy, will you?"

     She nodded her head at Clarke, who smiled lightly back and moved to walk around Elektra. Clarke moved to a boy who was coughing up his own blood and Octavia moved back over to Elektra.

     "He's scared. This is the first time I've seen him scared since that day on the Ark."

     Elektra had no idea what Octavia was talking about until she followed her gaze over to someone that the others had just brought in, who Murphy tried to help. The boy shoved Murphy away while mumbling something. Elektra stumbled over, wincing at her sudden movements.

     "Hey, John. I've got this one," she told him with a nod, which Murphy returned while placing the cup of water in her hands. Elektra sat down next to him and handed the cup of water to the boy, glancing at Murphy as he moved on to help someone else. "Here."

     The boy sat up and Elektra looked back at him.

     Her eyes widened.

     Bellamy stared back at her.