Their whole world changes with two gunshots. Pop, pop. Theres a split fraction of a moment, heavy with silence, of wide eyes scanning the room rapidly, following the blood splatter to whats left of the man slain on the floor. It's Murphy who breaks the silence as a strangled "Clarke!" rips through his throat, his feet already in motion across the space. There's a gun in her arm, still outstretched, her spare hand pressed against her abdomen, slick blackness leaking over it. Her eyes dart to Bellamy, stood behind her, and she nods slightly to herself before turning back to Murphy with a slight quirk to her lips - "Look after Madi for me." And then she crumples. And pandemonium breaks loose.
Perhaps it should come as no surprise that she would die for Bellamy Blake.
His strong arms almost catch her. But its Murphy's hands that press desperately against the wound, his muttered "Damn it Griffin." Bellamy falls to his knees beside her, shaking hands pushing back her hair, eyes darting between her rapidly paling form and the group staring around them. Murphy presses harder and it draws a gasp from the injured girl, her eyes fluttering closed and open belatedly. "Goddamn it someone get Abby!" Murphy screams out as his hands reposition. Jordan and Shaw dash from the room, Bellamy's arm shirking out at the figures running past, gripping Shaws arm and rasping out "Jackson. Get Jackson." The other man nods and is gone.
Her head lolls towards him and a soft grin lifts her mouth. "'Bell, 'sokay." He croaks her name and lets one shaking hand grip hers feverishly. She swallows deeply and focuses on his eyes. "Bellamy.. not your fault." She's fading, slipping in and out of conscious as Raven chokes back a sob behind them. "Murphy… promise me." "You're going to be fine Clarke, Team Cockroach remember?" "John. Please." Her blue eyes bore into him, the eyes he has met a thousand times; sometimes in disdain, spite, pity, concern, sometimes in mirth or shared jokes, moments of friendship scattered throughout their history. He nods slightly, a lump lodging in his throat. As her eyes slip closed she breathes out a whispered "May we meet again." and a tear slides down Murphys cheek. Bellamy calls her name, shaking her shoulders, as Raven lunges towards them, crouching over them as her fingers go to search for a pulse, screaming Abbys name down the hallway.
Distant footsteps pounding can be heard and Raven screams out another "Hurry!". Miller practically slides into the room, faltering for only a moment with a sharp intake of breath and a hushed "Bambi." before he's beside her in the next heartbeat as Shaw and Jackson careen through the door. Octavia is not far behind, cataloguing her brothers expression before turning to Miller, "What can I do?".
Clarke focuses on them, honing in on the rough hands holding consistent pressure to her - Murphy; on the trembling fingers on her face - Bellamy; the stubbled cheek brushing faintly against her nose - Jackson. She had not expected this much, to die surrounded by people she has loved, by people who once loved her.