The 100: Emily Ashwood

"I haven't down anything!" I scream, "let me go!" They're going to float me. I flail my arm out with force, trying to throw a punch. The guard flinches with fear clouding his eyes, "you're going to earth, all of you," he grabs my arm. My heart feels like its plummeting to my feet. We're going to the ground... My name is Emily Ashwood. Number 75.


20. Ew

My eyes open. I feel sticky and roasting hot. My vision is not great. How long have I been out? It feels like a year. I sit up. I feel like I've been spun around a thousand times. I have to lie down. Actually? Where was I even lying down? I look around, causing my head to feel like it's being bashed off of a wall. The dropship.. That's where I am. I sigh and lower my head onto the hammock. Wait a second? There are more people here and.. Murphy? Murphy! He's standing over a few more people. They have blood running down their faces and.. Murphy looks like he's been dragged along the ground. He looks awful! I have to get up and find out what's happening. I clamber out of the hammock. Argh. I suddenly feel 10x worse.

"Get back in bed!" Clarke orders. Oh great. I sigh. Ignoring her I try to walk. That did not work. I stumble and almost trip. Murphy rushes to my side and practically lifts me onto the hammock. Uh? What? What the hell is happening? He hands me a water canteen. I hesitate before putting it to my lips. I don't trust this. It's not right. I feel myself coughing and choking. I lean over the side of the hammock and red blood splatters into the ground. Am I coughing blood? Taking a large gulp of Murphy's water, I get rid of the metallic blood taste. That was horrible! I lean back in the hammock. My stomach feels sick. My eyes are blurry.

Still, I look around to see who else is in here. Eilidh. Eilidh is in here. Wait no.. She's not got the fever, she has a knife in her shoulder! What happened? And why can't Clarke fix it? Oh.. I know. Then I remember. When Monty and I kissed.. And Jasper kissed Amanda... A fight broke out. I bet she got involved. This is all my fault...

Murphy busies off, helping the other victims of this.. this disease. It's horrible. I find my eyelids are heavy and soon I am fast asleep.

I wake up.. It's morning? I think. I struggle to get out of the hammock. Ow ow ow, no that hurts my head too much.. I lie back down. I hope Jasper is okay.. I miss him. And I miss Monty and Jasper being friends. Why did I have to kiss Monty? What is wrong with me..?

"Clarke! Let me in! I told Jasper I'd look after her!" A voice floats in through the dropship. Wait.. Amanda? Amanda! And Jasper?

"Clarke says you're not aloud in," Murphy's sneering voice comes.

"Murphy!" I can tell Amanda is now trying to wrestle him. She barges though and sits down.

"Hello," I find my voice. I haven't spoken since I choked on my own blood.

"So Murphy shows up and thinks he owns the place," Amanda smirks, her cocky smile lighting up her face. Then u realise she's looking really concerned. I smile a weak smile.

"Amanda! Get out!" Clarke orders, "this is important. You'll get the fever!" Amanda rolls her eyes. I stifle a giggle. But she finally gets up. She leaves. I wish she could have stayed.. I feel like she's my only friend. I wonder if she's mad at me.

"Clarke," I ask. Wow, my voice is really quiet. Ugh, "where is Jasper?" I ask. I can feel myself trying not to cry. Oh god.

"He is going to set off the bomb on the bridge," she replies firmly.

"A bomb?" I choke. Oh god. Blood splatters onto the floor again. Ew.. I sip some water. I feel like shit.

"Yes," she says, "now you should get some sleep.. Now," she demands. I sigh and roll over. I hope he doesn't get hurt. What if we never make up.. I don't know how he could forgive me for this...

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