Of The Sea : John Murphy

In Loving Memory

Please let me know if there are any mistakes or inconsistencies, I've read this chapter over so many times that my eyes just kinda glaze over and I misread entire paragraphs. :) Hope ya'll enjoy!

The gentle caress of those fingers soothed my pain, it melted from my face after each gentle stroke and my body loosened at its mercy. I was not dead but the feeling was something I felt resembled it.

I could hear voices but they were scattered, just like my thoughts. The only constant was that gentle, tender touch upon my cheek.

Perhaps this is what it felt like when I put Bo to sleep each night. This serenity and love that I enjoyed was something I could deal with for the rest of my existence.

I let out a gentle groan and tested out a few muscles I had control over. Everything was fine, I just could not seem to be able open my eyes no matter how hard I tried.

The blunt but solid corner of Finn's elbow sure did a number or two on me, for starters it seemed to have rendered me unconscious.

No, I wasn't unconscious. I was awake the whole time. This pain I felt was numbing but it had spread from my head all the way in to my arms and soon to approach my hips. How could I endure this much pain? No, this wasn't just pain. I felt like my fingers were dipped in to blisteringly cold waters, my breaths were becoming painful and my chest heavy.

"Clarke! Help!" I heard calling. There was so much confusion around me, I could feel it fluttering everywhere. "Calm down, Thea, breath for me, breath... God damn it, help!"

I was in the ocean, I saw blues, greens and whites surrounding me and it was so beautiful.

"Thea."

I opened my eye and stared up at the blurry light of the sky. "This isn't the sea..." I slurred. "I'm cold."

I heard footsteps charge away from me only to return quickly, covering my body in some sort of warmth. "It hurts." I whispered. "Everything hurts."

"Yeah, you just had a damn seizure is why." Murphy's voice embraced me as his arms did, squeezing me tight.

With the little strength I had, I reached up and let my finger tips wander until I found his face. "Murphy..."

"Yes."

"Are you crying?" I asked, my frown morphing in to a devious smile. "You little bitch."

He laughed softly with an exhale and I slapped him gently across the face. "Keep still now." He told me. My body was elevated from the wet, muddy ground and taken away, my limbs bounced with every step he took.

I remember what had happened. Everyone died. But now there was utter silence, no one spoke a single word. However it was soon that I was unable to control my consciousness and faded off in to a deep sleep.

"I'M AWAKE!" I yelled, violently rolling out of my cradled position and falling in to the dirt. I caught myself just in time, landing on my hands and knees.

I looked up and saw startled but exhausted eyes from every angle in the darkness. "I apologise, my dream was becoming far too exciting, I had to wake myself."

I was barely able to stand but I made it up with minimal issues. "So, let me guess..." I placed my hands on my hips. "We're heading back to that death trap of a compound?"

"Camp Jaha, yes." Clarke responded, her eyes darker than I had ever seen. "Let's keep moving."

"No thanks, you kids have fun though." I waved a hand lazily as I walked away.

"Thea..." The tone used with that voice was not what I wanted to hear. "Stop."

I turned around slowly, my gaze glowing with agitation. "Yes, Murphy?"