2016 April Collection

Request - Drabble John Murphy

"What the hell were you doing?" Murphy had his arms wrapped around you and he stared at the wound in your leg.

Actually, you had no idea what you had just done. You had seen how someone was trying to kill Murphy with a sword and all of a sudden you had jumped between them. Actually you had been lucky that the sword had only wounded your leg and nothing more necessary to survive.

"Have you lost your mind or something?" Murphy shook his head.

No, you had not lost your mind. "I only did that because I love you!" You swallowed and you closed your eyes. Now the adrenaline was wearing off you were starting to feel how much pain you actually had. "She would have killed you." You bent your head and bit your lip. You didn't want to scream.

"Yeah, and what if she had killed you?" Murphy hissed between his teeth. It wasn't clear if he was angry because the two of you had ended up in danger in the first place or because you had just saved his life.

"Then I would have died knowing that you were still alive." You whispered and you saw how Murphy rolled his eyes.

"Really? And what about me?" He cocked his head and he stood up from the dirty ground. While he was still shaking his head he lifted you up and he pressed you to his chest. "I don't want to lose you!" He whispered and he started walking.

You had no idea where he was going. You couldn't go back to the camp, not with Murphy. But you did need stitches. "I don't want to lose you either..."

"Yeah, I saw that. Let's get that wound stitched up somewhere. Before you die from blood loss or something."