"I'll get him to talk" Bellamy said, stepping towards Lincoln
"Bellamy no!" Octavia cried, grabbing his arm.

"He wants Finn to die. Why can't you see that? Do you want him to live or not?" Bellamy snapped turning to Clarke.
"Clarke you even said it yourself, this is not who we are! He was protecting me. He saved my life." Octavia pleaded, her voice breaking.
"We're talking about Finn's life." Bellamy shot back

"Do it" Clarke said quietly

The air in the room shifted. My stomach knotted.

Bellamy walked off to grab something. And Octavia tried to lunge at him. The others caught her before she could get close.
"Just tell us" she begged, eyes shining with tears.

I stayed silent, my jaw clenched so tight it ached. My wrists burned from pulling against the ropes, but I wasn't going to break. Not for them. Not like this.

Bellamy steps towards Lincoln again, taking the knife he had grabbed and cut off his shirt.
"You're gonna show us the antidote or you're gonna wish you had." He says firmly before glancing at Clarke.

Clarke nods her head.
"Bellamy no please" Octavia begs

But he didn't spare her a glance. He took his knife, cutting off a seatbelt, wrapping the end around his hand.

Then he swings.

The end striking Lincoln's stomach.

Again and again.

They all watched in horror at what they were doing, what they were willing let him do.

Then Clarke drops in front of him.
"Please. Which one's the antidote?" She begs, tears starting to flood her eyes. 
"Just tell them" Octavia begs as she gets held back.

"Clarke" Bellamy quietly says, placing his hand on her shoulder.

She sighs before standing up. And Bellamy strikes again.

"Enough!" Octavia demands but no one listens.
"Clarke! He's getting worse!" A girls voice yells from below

"We're running out of time. Which one? Which one is it? If you tell us they'll stop. Please tell us which is the antidote and they'll stop this." Clarke starts to beg again
"If that doesn't work maybe this will" Bellamy muttered, grabbing someone sharp. What looked like a screw.

"Clarke you don't have to be here for this." Bellamy tells her, adjusting his grip on the screw.
"I'm not leaving until I get that antidote." She mutters

"Last chance." Bellamy tells Lincoln, but he stays stone cold.

Then Bellamy strikes the screw through Lincoln's hand.

He tries to keep his screams down. But it was impossible.

I yank on the ropes, they had taken it too far.

I watch as they all nervously glance over at me.

"What's taking so long? He stopped breathing" a girl shouted as she climbed up through the hatch.
"What?" Clarke exclaimed, panic filled her eyes.

"He started again but next time he might not." She informs her, glancing around after
"He won't tell us anything" Clarke muttered

"Have you tried her?" The girl asked, turning to me.
"Nothing like what we're trying on him, but she hasn't said a word yet either" Clarke admitted

"Wanna bet?" The newcomer smirked, yanking something out of the wall just beside me.

My chest tightened. I already knew what was coming.

"What are you doing?" Bellamy demanded raising to his feet
"Showing them something new" she replied, sparks spitting from the wires in her hands.

The moment the wires touched my skin, fire tore through me. My body convulsed against the ropes, every nerve screaming as if I were being ripped apart and stitched back together again. It felt like the weight of the world was pressing down on me, waiting for the moment I broke so it could crush me completely.

"Which one is it? Come on!" She screams, jamming the wires against me again. 
"He's all I have!" She shouted a desperate cry escaping her lips

She raised the sparking wires again, ready to press them to my skin once more.

"No more!" Octavia begs with tears flowing out her eyes

"They're letting Finn die!" The girl stops, turning to yell at her.

Then Octavia takes the knife, the one with the poison on it.

And cuts her arm.

"Octavia no!" Bellamy shouts stepping forward, but it was too late.
"He won't let me die" she says confidently
"Octavia what the hell did you-" Bellamy starts, grabbing her arm. But she shakes him off

Octavia drops to her knees in front of Lincoln, frantic, the vials clutched in her hands, shaking.
"This one? Huh? Come on." She begged, her voice shaking.

Lincoln eyes lifted- not at her, but at me.

For a moment, everything else blurred. He was waiting for me. For my word. For my permission. I didn't want to give it. The warrior in me screamed to let them all burn, to let Finn's death be a lesson. But then I saw Octavia's desperation, Lincoln's pain, and I knew.

Barely moving, I gave him the slightest nod. So small no one else noticed.

Lincoln's gaze dropped back to the vial. He gave the faintest nod.

"Yeah yeah? Is it this one?" Octavia pressed, and when he nodded again, she thrusted it into Clarkes hand.
"Here" she mutters
"Thank you" Claire mumbles out quick, taking it while sighing of relief.

As Octavia hurried to wrap her wounded arm, the other girls clambered down the hatch. Bellamy stepped forward, reaching for her.

"Don't touch me" she snapped, jerking away from him, her voice sharp enough to cut.

A couple of hours passed after they all left, though one guard stayed posted above. The silence was heavy until Clarke climbed back up the ladder. She walked straight to Lincoln, pulling the metal spike from his hand before grabbing a rag and some water.

She reached for him, but Lincoln pulled away.
"Hey. Look I need to clean this." Clarke said softly
"Here let me try" Octavia offered as she had followed Clarke up

Clarke hesitated, then stepped back.

The moment Octavia touched him, Lincoln's hand opened without a fight. Clarke watched them, guilt etched across her face.
"I never wanted them to get hurt Octavia. You have to know that. I just wanted to save Finn." Clarke says

"For the record. You didn't save Finn. That was me. But whatever you want to tell yourself to feel better." Octavia fired back

I had to bite back a smirk. This girl had fire. No wonder Lincoln saw something in her.

Clarke stiffened but said nothing. She climbed back down the ladder without so much as a glance in my direction, leaving me tied, exhausted, and ignored.

Octavia's face softened as she turned back to Lincoln.

"I'm so sorry. You saved my life and look... look at the thanks you get. I never wanted any of this to happen to you, to either of you." Octavia mutters softly

Lincoln reached out then, fingers brushing hers as he gripped the rag.
"Thank you" he whispers

Octavia froze. Miller head popped up.
"Hey. He just say something?" He asks

I shut my eyes and braced myself- sure she'd give him away.

But Octavia only shook her head.
"No." She answered

Shock flickered across my face before I forced it away, replacing it with indifference.
"You know your brother doesn't want you up here, Octavia lets go." He said flatly

Octavia hesitated, then set the rag down. She gave Lincoln one last look. Then surprisingly- me too. And finally, she climbed down. Along with miller.

The silence returned.

"Yu idiot" I muttered to Lincoln
(You idiot)

But he looked back at me, expression unreadable.