Descendants of Kane (probably won't update anymore, stopped watching)

23

Murphy was above me going to town, and my nails dug into his scratched up back. He kissed my neck, and I threw my head back as I moaned.

            Murphy kissed my lips passionately, and to keep him from going anywhere I placed my hand on the back of his head. I felt myself approaching climax, and I couldn’t help but be vocal about it.

            He knew it too, and everyone else who near the cabin probably knew too. Murphy went faster, and attached his lips to my neck. We continued and I was to the point of nearly screaming, and then once I reached my climax I relaxed.

            I breathed hard, and Murphy finished a few seconds after I did.

Murphy lay down next to me, and he rested his hand on my ribs. I rolled over to face him, and I couldn’t stop smiling. He placed his lips on mine, but cut our kiss short by stating, “You’re head is hot.”

            I furrowed my brows, and confusedly asked, “What?”

            He motioned for me to sit up, and then placed his hand on my forehead. “You’re feverish,” Murphy said, and then instructed, “Get dressed, you’re going to medical.”

            I protested stubbornly, “No, I’m fine!”

            Murphy started to get dressed, and he threw my clothes at me. “Fine,” I grumbled, “but they’re just going to say I’m hot from sex.”

            He smirked, “You’re always cold.”

The medical tent was closed off since there was a surgery taking place, so Murphy and I were forced to sit outside in the cold. I sat on Murphy’s lap with his arms wrapped around me, and I started to feel the effects of my fever.

            My body ached everywhere and I had this strange pressure in my lungs, and then to top it all off I was really cold.

            “Murphy,” I quietly said, “I don’t feel good.” Then, I went into my first coughing fit, and Murphy pulled out a rag for me to place over my mouth. My cough was as wet as it could possibly be, and I could hear the mucus rattling in my chest as I breathed.

            “Hurry up!” Murphy yelled into the tent, and he lovingly said to me, “You’re going to be fine, I promise.”

            I began coughing again, but this time something came up. I looked into the rag, and in it was yellow blood tinged mucus. Murphy smacked at the tent flap shouting, “Somebody help her!”

            Jackson poked his head out, and he saw us. “It’s Eve, Abby,” Jackson shouted back in the tent.

            “Send her in,” Abby said. Murphy picked me up, and carried me into the tent. “Set her down there,” Abby said pointing to the bed in the far left corner.

            Murphy gently set me down, and Abby started to question us, “So what’s going on?”

            “I noticed she was feverish about an hour ago, and just a minute ago she coughed up bloody mucus,” Murphy explained.

            Abby instructed, “Eve, roll onto your side; I need to listen to your lungs.” I rolled onto my side, took off my jacket, lifted up my shirt, and Abby placed her ear onto my back. “Big breath in,” Abby said trying to make me comfortable, “and cough for me.”

            I coughed, which lead me to hack up more mucus, and when I looked at it there was still blood in it. “It’s bloody,” I said to Abby as I handed the rag to her.