[As the medics converge, Bellamy is jostled unceremoniously out of the way, and he moves back without complaint. He's still reeling, and when he moves to kneel beside Murphy's head, it's half out of pure instinct. His hands are drenched in black.
Julian's question snaps him out of it, but it's hard to answer. He shakes his head, overwhelmed suddenly by fear for Murphy and Clarke.]
A friend transformed and attacked him.
[And now all he can do is hope that Lexa has it under control.]
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Julian's question snaps him out of it, but it's hard to answer. He shakes his head, overwhelmed suddenly by fear for Murphy and Clarke.]
A friend transformed and attacked him.
[And now all he can do is hope that Lexa has it under control.]
Will he be okay?