The smell of death seemed to seep into the metal of the drop ship itself. In the past several hours, the amount of people sick had gone from one to at least thirty , and it was still rising.

Murphy had stated to aid the frantic healer, yet despite that fact, she was still spreading herself thin.

Her head lifted as a new patient was brought in. She was on her feet in seconds. "Ai haihefa, fou daun em daun odon hir." [My King. Lay him down over here.]

Murphy translated. "She means lie him over here. When she panics, she switches back to ...whatever language that is."

"Trigedasleng. And he is right...it's a bad habit." She gently laid him on his side as she stroked his hair. "Hey there, you'll be alright."

Bellamy met her eyes as he coughed. "I'm...I'm scared."

Makira wiped his mouth as she offered him a kind smile. "I know Bell. You'll be alright. You are strong, and your fight is not over."

Octavia joined them, holding a cold cloth onto his forehead. "She's right you know. And no way in hell are you aloud to die on me, big brother. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise."

Despite his pain, Bellamy smiled at the two girls. "That's what I said to you the day you were born."

Octavia smiled. "I know, you've told me the story a thousand times."

Bellamy grasped Makira's hand. "I'm glad you're here, both of you."

"We'll be right here, ai haihefa. We're not going anywhere. Get some sleep, we've got an uphill battle from here."

Bellamy nodded at her request. Makira waited until she thought he was sleeping to let his hand go. "Octavia, can you care for him? I must tend to the others, but I don't wish to leave him alone."

The brunette smiled. "Yeah, go help the others. Oh, and Kira? Thanks."

Kira grinned. "You're welcome."

Bellamy gasped as he jerked awake. Murphy slowly knelt down by him, water in hand. As Bellamy smacked him away, Makira approached, placing her hand on Murphy's head. "Go on, elafrá mátia. I've got this one."

Murphy passed her the water tin, grumbling slightly. "Still no idea what that means."

Makira sat besides the tired leader. Shaking the water container lightly she smiled softly. "Come on, I know you must be thirty. Drink."

The tan boy accepted the glass. "You stayed with me. Thank you."

Makira shook her head. "It is my job as a healer to do just that: heal people. I was doing my duty."

Bellamy eyed her. "Still. If you had wanted to sneak off now would've been a perfect time to do it."

The girl tossed him an offended look. "You took me in when I had no where else to go. It would be down right dirty to do such a heinous act."

Bellamy closed his eyes. "Shit, sorry. I don't think you'd betray us, okay Kira? I'm just tired." He sat up straighter and glanced around. "Wait...where's Octavia?"

Makira shifted. "Sleeping. You just missed her."

The dark haired boy nodded, accepting her answer. Sighing, he continued to talk. "Alright. It's almost dawn, we should get everyone inside and hunker down. Maybe your people will think we're not home."

"If they do, you realize they wouldn't have to lift a finger, right? They could just let us starve or die of thirst."

"You're right...which is why we gotta convince them."

The healer nodded. "Okay. I'll get them inside. They can stay on the upper levels. And they're not my people anymore, you are."