The 100 Imagines/OneShot

John Murphy: Childhood Bully Part Three

Impossible. Absolutely impossible. No matter what Clarke said, or the looks she gave you, there was no way in hell you could believe that John Fucking Murphy liked you. Yeah people can be mean to the people they care about, but down right cruel? No. There was no way John liked you while he called you fat, or when he called you useless. There is no way in hell he liked you while he shoved you into the lockers or tripped you in the halls. John didn't leave love marks, he left scars. You cringed at the memories, all the horrible things he had done. Never once did you hit back, you couldn't. It wasn't that you weren't strong enough, not even close, it just seemed impossible to hurt him. Like hurting him would only hurt you more. You tried your best to push the thoughts out of your mind, with him out of your tent you could go back to ignoring him. You felt a pain in your chest growing, like someone took a sledgehammer to your ribs.

"We hurt others when we are hurt, we hurt those who can take it. I can take it." You whispered to yourself, your eyes squeezed shut. Those words resonated with you, its what you used to say after being attacked. It helped center you, calm you, and reminded you that you could get through it.

"We hurt others when we are hurt, we hurt others who can take it. I can take it." You whisper again, pushing yourself off the wall you were leaned against and heading out of the drop ship. The air seemed colder, sounds were louder, colors were brighter.

"What-" You try to speak, but it comes out more breath than voice. Suddenly, everything that was so clear and bright, became dark and distant. Your vision faded rapidly, your hearing completely gone. You lost feeling in your body, you tried to call out but you couldn't. You were unconscious before you hit the ground.

John's POV

How long was I going to do this? I tried so hard to talk to her, to tell her that I don't hate her, but all that came out was harsh venomous words. It seemed like no matter how much I prepared myself, when I was face to face with her I lost all control. I freaked out and got defensive, ruining any chance I had with her. I didn't care if she liked me back, as amazing as that would be, I just wanted her to not hate me. To be able to look at me while cringing. I was storming off like usual, off in some unknown direction when I heard the yelling. It was her name, there was a loud commotion and I could here Bellamy yelling her name. Immediately I turn, rushing back to where she had been. Surrounding the door of the drop ship was everyone in the camp, I shove my way through desperate to get to her. In the middle of all the people was Bellamy, cradling Y/n's head in his lap. I instantly drop down beside him.

"What happened? What's wrong?" I ask through my panic, Bellamy waves me off and looks up at Clarke who was just coming outside.

"What happened?" She asked, dropping down on the other side of Y/n. Bellamy immediately responds and I roll my eyes.

"I don't know, she just collapsed. We all saw it, nothing happened." Bellamy looks down at her soft face, I know that look. Rage boils up inside me for a brief moment before I stop, focusing all my attention on helping Y/n.

"Okay, we need to get her inside quickly." Clarke states, standing up and rushing into the drop ship. Bellamy lifts her up bridle style, and it takes everything in me to not scream. I follow behind them closely, watching everyone's every move. I help lay her down on the metal table Clarke has set up, trying to not get in her way. My worried eyes stay trained on Y/n. Clarke begins poking around and doing various things, trying to figure out what's wrong.

"She has a dangerously high fever, Bellamy go get a cool rag." Clarke demands, going in between the table and Y/n. Bellamy immediately runs off and I take his place.

"Murphy maybe you shouldn't-SHIT"

Y/n's body begins shaking violently, her face contorted in pain as she screams out. Her screaming pierces through the air, easily heard by everyone. Bellamy finally comes running back in, handing the rag to Clarke. She flattens it out on Y/n's forehead, pressing down.

"I-shit, I have no idea what's happening" Clarke admits loudly, staring at Bellamy with wide eyes. Suddenly it hits me, what I used to hear her mother talking about years ago back on the Ark.

"Night terrors." I say quietly, shoving Bellamy aside.

"Its night terrors, I don't know what knocked her out but right now she is having a night terror."

"What? That's not-" Clarke goes to argue but I interrupt her.

"She used to get them a lot as a kid, its possible." I snap at her, turning my attention to Y/n.

"Y/n, Y/n, I need you to listen to me." I say calmly, locking an arm around her and grabbing her hand.

"Its alright, your safe, you're okay. Y/n, you need to wake up." Her body thrashing against mine feels so wrong, I hated seeing her this way.

"Murphy this isn't helping!" Bellamy yells, Y/n still thrashing around and screaming.

"Nothing can pull her out, that's the bitch of night terrors. She just has to go through it." I bark back, holding Y/n against my chest as best as I could.

"Then what the hell are you doing?!" Clarke yells at me, and I scowl. I just want these two to shut the hell up.

"Im trying to keep her from hurting herself!"

Then, a few seconds after I spoke, she began to relax. Her screaming stopped and her body fell limp. Quickly I laid her back on the table, hovering over her. The room was dead silent for what seemed like an eternity, then she stirred. Her soft voice left out a groan and her eyes slowly opened, looking up at me. For the first time in forever, she didn't look at me with hate.

Your POV

"What the hell..." I groaned out, trying to push Murphy away. His hands connected with my wrists, gently nudging me back down.

"You need to lay down." He says gently, looking at me with such....care.

"The fuck do you care." I snap, glaring at him. For a split second I see pain flash across his face, quickly replaced with fatigue.

"Y/n..." Clarke says softly placing a hand on my shoulder. "He is the one who brought you in here, who took care you when you were having a night terror. He helped you." Sudden regret pools in my stomach, I may hate him but he doesn't deserve this after helping me. I look back up and he's walking back to me holding a cup of water.

"I know you get thirsty after night terrors," He says softly, handing me the cup.

"Thank you, Murphy. For everything." I say, taking a drink of the water. He purses his lips and forms a tight smile and nods his head, exactly like he does when he is uncomfortable. He was so used to being hated he didn't know how to deal with praise. He turns slowly, and walks out of the drop ship, a hidden grin on his face. He saw it in your eyes today, forgiveness is possible. And he's damn sure going to get it.