Of The Sea : John Murphy

Integration

My stomach growled and curdled in my abdomen as I found myself surrounded by foreigners left and right. I couldn't remember the last time I had eaten anything at all, how many days had it been? Had I yet to even drink a sip of water? My dried lips, rough throat and pounding headache suggested that perhaps not. My body was under so much stress that even if given permission, I would not be able to hunt a single rabbit.

I let out a gentle groan as I felt myself grow dizzy and gripped a nearby bench tightly, I could finally feel the effects after having been standing for more than five minutes.

"Hey Miss, you alright?" A woman asked me, grabbing a hold of my bent elbow.

I looked up from the ground and straight in to her eyes with my muscles weakly tensed. Her eyes widened and her hand released me, her lips parting but failing to release any words.

I clenched my teeth and pushed away, clenching my ever rumbling stomach as I tried to find a vaguely familiar face. As my saliva began to escape the corners of my mouth like a rabid beast, I could only wonder how I managed to remain alive up until now.

"Is that her?" I heard a voice mutter from my blind side.

"Come on sweet heart, lets go back to our room."

"Oh my, what happened to her?"

They were clearly frightened of me, but none chose to help me as I was obviously struggling very hard to maneuver the scattered tables, chairs and people alike. "Gods of this earth, please end this torture and let me die," I whispered through the constant discomfort all throughout my body. "What purpose do I serve living with all this pain? I surrender my soul and give you my life with extend-"

"Hey! Thea." A small but firm hand wrapped around my arm and spun me around. Clarke's eyes as blue as my own stared deep in to my face with a terrible frown. "You really don't look alright, come on, we're just over there."

Through my messy hair I could vaguely make out one figure sitting at a table. "I'm in need of sustenance..." I whispered.

"Yes, I know, but please sit down, you're scaring people." She said under her breath as we moved past more people.

I flopped down on a seat and laid the side of my face on the table with a deep sigh.

"Thea, don't fall asleep on us, not until you eat." I felt a prod in the top of my head.

"Murphy..." I breathed, slapping the hand away. "Where is he..."

A loud clang hit the table and I shot up in to a sitting position, almost falling backwards but was once again rescued by Clarke. I cleared my throat and nodded a thanks to her as she slid the metal platter of muck in front of me.

"He hasn't been cleared just yet." Bellamy said with one hand around a cup and another rested on his thigh. "But if it'll keep you at ease then he shouldn't be in there for much longer."

I looked to Clarke and picked up the spoon. "And Finn?"

"Neither has he." She pursed her lips.

"Then why have I?" I looked around and noticed that there had been several changes made since being dragged in. "And how long has it been? I feel like I've skipped through months of my life, I've never felt this hungry in my life!" I said as I shovelled the tasteless and disgusting slop in to my mouth.

"I got my Mom to release you as a favour, not only that but also because you're in no state to be kept in a holding cell for as long as the other two so we had you processed as soon as you had some sleep." She bit her lip then finally made eye contact. "You slept for an entire day."