Murfamy (The 100)

Chapter 6: Bunker Buddies

Murphy's POV -

"What hell are you doing here?!" I shout, not getting off the couch.

"I should be asking you that." He fully comes down the stairs.

"Followed Jaha," I respond.

"Where is he? If you were following him," he questions me. "I don't know. On some, crazy journey of his." I take a staggering breath and look away from him.

"Murphy, why did you leave like that?" he asks, in a firm tone.

"I'm tired of being cared for like some helpless child Bellamy!" I cry out. I didn't notice till that time, but I was crying.

I quickly turn away from him and wipe away my tears. As if this situation wasn't embarrassing enough; he comes and sits next to me.

I turn my body away from him and when he tries to reach out, I get up to leave but he grabs my bad arm before I can get away.

I let out a shriek of pain and pull my arm away, which in hindsight, was a bad idea.

"Ow! Shit, not again....." I mumble as I make my way to the bathroom to try and stop the blood.

I was too busy to notice Bellamy creeping up behind me. When he places hand on my shoulder, I flinch and turn back to look at him.

I couldn't clearly see him cause of all the tears in my eyes. I know, pathetic...

"You okay?" he asks, removing his hand from my shoulder.

"Yeah," I quickly wipe my eyes and sniffle. "Jut fine," I say, as I walk past him, out of the bathroom.

"Wait!" He calls out. I stop to hear him out. I don't know why though.

"What's wrong? You can talk to me," he says, now a few feet away behind me.

"How can I?" I shout, turning back to face him.

"You hanged me, and then! You kicked me out of camp, where I was tortured for three damn days, Bellamy! Then when I come back, you want to kill me. Then, I get taken by the mountain men and tortured there. *deep staggered breath* I don't know what to do anymore! It seems like wherever I go, I get tortured...." I drop to my knees on the floor, crying. Pathetic.

'I'm pathetic. Nothing more then a big pathetic waste of space!' As I get lost in my degrading thoughts, I feel hands around me.

I open my eyes to see Bellamy. He's hugging me and saying something, but I can't hear him over my sobs.

I know, when I get like this. I mean, when I get hysterical, I hyperventilate. That's exactly what I start doing and I can't stop.

"Mur- Murphy- hey-" was all I could get from Bellamy before I pass out, AGAIN.

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When I wake up this time, I'm laying in a bed. I look around; everything's dim.

I turn my head to see a lamp on, but it seems quiet dim.

I try to get up, but soon realize I can't. Everything hurts, especially my arm; which is now has stitches in it and a bandage over it.

I can just feel the stitches, okay?

"Bellamy?" I weakly call out, almost crying. I close my eyes. 'Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. You're okay. No one is going to hurt you. Don't cry.' I kept repeating in my head.

I then hear footsteps entering the room. "You're awake," he says. I open my eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asks, standing next to the bed.