Elektra almost dropped the cup of water as her eyes scanned over Bellamy's bloodied and tired face. He stared back, struggling to sit up on the makeshift bed. His hand was covering hers, and she could feel the warmth and the thumping of his pulse in his fingertips as he stared, motionless.

     "You're alive?" Bellamy asked.

     At the same time, just barely audible, Elektra spoke over him, "You're sick?"

     Elektra smiled lightly as Bellamy ducked his head, chuckling lightly with a nod. "Yeah. Clarke told me you might not make it because of the amount of blood you lost," his hoarse voice cracked slightly as she brushed some of his matted hair from his sweaty forehead, pushing it back from hanging in front of his eyes. "I didn't think you were going to make it," he admitted while sniffing. Elektra quickly wiped the blood away from his nose, not really listening to him. "You're babying me, Elektra," he chuckled, lowering her hand.

     "Yeah, I am. But are you really complaining?" She noticed him smirk before he shook his head. "No? Good. Now drink this." She pointed to the cup she finally handed over to him.

     "What about you? Are you feeling better?" His voice was laced with worry, she nodded slowly, the corners of her lips tugging into a small smile.

     "I've been through a lot worse."

     Bellamy forced a smile. "I'm glad you're okay."

     He looked down at the cup and hesitantly lifted it up to his lips before she placed a hand on his cheek, turning his head to look at her. "Hey," her voice came out quiet, and he looked up from the cup, "I'm okay. I'm not going anywhere. You can't get rid of me that easily. That's what being a Grounder warrior is about, we get back up and fight." Her voice drifted to a light laugh and Bellamy look down to her lips before quickly looking back to her eyes.

     "No," Bellamy spoke with the shake of his head. Elektra let go of his cheek and look at him cautiously. "You're our warrior, there's a difference."

     Elektra shook her head at him. "No, Bellamy, there isn't a—"

     "Is too," he cut her off with a come-back only a child would give.

     Elektra watched as his gaze drifted down and he brought the cup back up to his lips to drink from. She glared at him before her gaze softened and she mumbled to herself, looking down at the bandage wrapped around her thigh, "Baby."

     Bellamy looked over and lowered the cup. "Come again? This time louder."

     She looked at him with an eyebrow raised as he lowered the cup to his lap.

     "No, I meant—"

     Bellamy became flustered at his own words, stumbling on them as she bit the insides of her cheeks to stop herself from laughing.

     Elektra smiled and sighed. "I know what you meant, Bellamy. I called you a baby."

     "Baby?" His voice was raspy and sounded eerily similar to the one she heard in her nightmare. "You called me baby?"

     Technically I said, 'a baby'.

     But yes, that's what I called you.

     She didn't respond straight away.

     Instead, she looked from the floor and back to his face, just in time to see him yawn.

     "Go to bed," she demanded, taking the cup from his hand, pushing him back gently to lay down on the makeshift bed.

     "You're babying me," he repeated with a playful tone.

     With the roll of her eyes, she stood up to walk over to someone else that was coughing up blood but Bellamy grabbed hold of her wrist, loosely.

     "Wait." His grip tightened slightly and she turned her head to look at him. "Do-Don't leave." Her eyes travelled from his hand to his face. "Please. Okay, please just stay with me," he whispered quietly.

     Elektra nodded hesitantly and slowly laid down next to him.

     Octavia had been right. He was vulnerable and scared.

     With her back pressed against the bed, her hand was still holding Bellamy's as he slid his down to hold hers rather than her wrist.

     Bellamy was laying on his side, looking over the side of her face. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn't, with made Elektra sigh and pull him closer until his head was resting on her chest, and her other arm was on his back, rubbing comfortingly.

     Elektra stared at the ceiling.

     "I don't think this is right. I think I should be in your position," Bellamy mumbled.

     "But I'm babying you, remember?" She could feel the corner of his lips tug up. "Get some sleep, Bellamy. I'll be here when you wake up."

     He sniffed and nodded weakly. "Thank you, El."

     It wasn't long until they both woke up abruptly to Bellamy coughing frantically. There was dried blood around his mouth and Elektra moved from him and laid him on his side, wiping his mouth for him, while ignoring the blood that was stained into her shirt.

     Bellamy looked up at her and nodded some thanks.

     Elektra smiled lightly back.

     They both heard yelling from outside and turned their heads to the curtains. Elektra helped Bellamy stand up and walk towards the exit of the metal building.

     "He did it," Bellamy spoke up.

     There was a large cloud of dark smoke rising up from where the bridge was. She couldn't help but cringe at the sight, gulping as Clarke spoke up next,

     "I am become death, destroyer of worlds."

     Clarke looked back to Bellamy, who was already looking at her.

     "It's Oppenheimer, the man who built the first—"

     "I know who Oppenheimer is," Bellamy interrupted as Clarke turned back to the smoke with a small nod.

     Bellamy placed his arm around Elektra's shoulder to keep her close to him when he noticed a group of delinquents looking at her with hatred and disgust. But she didn't notice them. They had started a war between the Grounders, and despite everything, she was still one of them. She was a Grounder and would be expected to fight alongside them. Part of her wanted to, while another part just wanted to leave and never turn back.

     Elektra shrugged his arm off her and walked back into the metal building, noticing the pile of dead bodies had increased.

     Footsteps followed her and she sighed in annoyance when a hand stopped her from picking up her armour.

     "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

     She turned to him and glared. "They are still my people, Bellamy. I understand that you hate them, but I can't. Not the way you do. They are all I have. I can't let them die."

     Bellamy looked taken aback and hurt by what she told him. "So, you'd choose them over me? Over Octavia? Clarke? Jasper? Raven? You'd go back to them and fight alongside the ones who want us dead? Don't you care about us?"

     Just like her nightmare. His demeanour changed to spite. "I don't even know you."

     "I was wrong, about you. You are exactly like them. I should have left you to bleed out because that's what you'd do to my people. In fact, I should have killed you the first night I saw you in the woods. After all, you would have killed me. Admit it, Grounder. Admit that you wouldn't mind seeing me and the rest of the hundred dead."

     Elektra had taken steps away from him as he advanced on her, right up until her back hit the wall.

     His eyes seemed empty, just like her nightmare.

     Anya was right.

     "Bellamy?"

     He turned his head to see Octavia standing behind them with tears in her eyes, which flickered between Bellamy and Elektra.

     "You don't mean that. Please, don't mean that."

     Tears made their way down her cheeks, staining the front of her shirt.

     "Please," she mumbled.

     Bellamy's face softened and he stepped closer, only to stop when Octavia took a step away from him.

     "You're a monster. Can't you see that all she has done since she's got here is help? Can't you see that all she has done is worry about you? If you can't see that then I'm sorry for you, you're too blinded by hatred to see that you are pushing her away to a point where she won't come back to you to help, but instead to kill you. Bellamy Blake, I hope you see how bad you've messed up this time."

     Elektra tried to ignore Octavia's words as she finished putting on her armour and brushed passed Bellamy to Octavia.

     "Gona Okteivia, beja, yu souda ste yuj."

    Warrior Octavia, please, you must remain strong.

     "I will." Octavia nodded one last time, pulling Elektra into a hug. "Mochof."

     Thank you.

     Elektra held onto her tightly before she patted her back, pulling away. With one last look, Elektra moved from Octavia and out the metal building and to her own people.