The 100 Imagines/OneShot

John Murphy: Fight Part Two

It had been days. Days of trudging through the mud and grass, sleeping under trees and pray the grounders don't find you. You let out a groan, leaning against a tree, timid fingers brushing against the cut on your stomach. You peeled off your shirt above it, looking down at the purple and blue wound. Thick black liegens spread through your skin, the smell, oh god the smell, it was actual death. A tear ran down your cheek and you fell, you knew you were going to die.

"A fucking cut. I'm getting taken out by a cut." You whimper, mad at yourself and the world.

"Come on Bellamy! Let's GO!" Murphy yells, shoving his way through the gate. He convinced Bellamy to pull together a search team, he was going to make them comb every inch of these woods until they found you. Murphy lead at the front, the most desperate to find you.

"Y/n!" He screamed, stomping through the leaves, searching high and low for you.

"Y/n! Y/n WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!" He screams, he screams for hours, until it's dark and his voice starts to bleed. It isn't until he can't scream anymore that you hear him.

"H...Here..." You call out, but it isn't enough, he can't hear you. You stiffen your body, pulling together everything you have to scream one last time.

"HERE!"

Murphy's head shoots up, running in the direction of your voice. He finds you quickly, laying on the ground, barely alive.

"Y/n, oh god." He drops to his knees, pulling you into his lap.

"Come on, stay with me, BELLAMY!" He yells, moving your hair from your face, cupping it gently.

"M...Murphy..." You whisper

"Shh, don't talk, save your strength." He whispers back, you can feel yourself fading. You know you don't have much time.

"Murphy...I forgive you." You whisper, right before everything goes dark.