to build a home // j.m

0.7; whiskey.

Freya didn't sleep a wink that night. Between Jasper's groans and worrying over his decreasing state and the fact that everyone was shouting profanities at him, she was shaking from exhaustion. 

Octavia hadn't slept much either, she was helping Freya as much as she could. Each time Jasper groaned, she squeezed her eyes shut and Freya had to remind her that they would save him. They had to hope that Clarke would be back as soon as the fog cleared with the seaweed to save Jasper. 

"Someone needs to shut that kid up!" a delinquent shouted from the floor below. Freya had enough and she gritted her teeth. 

"I'll shut you up in a minute!" she shouted back. 

The two girls jumped to their feet defensively when the hatch abruptly swung open. Freya stood in front of Jasper, ready to protect him. However, she relaxed when she realised it was only Monty, though he looked panicked. 

"Murphy's going to kill Jasper," he explained in a rush, clambering up the ladder, closely followed by a fuming Murphy. 

Monty practically threw himself onto the third floor and slammed the hatch shut on Murphy's face. He sat on it for good measure. Murphy slammed his fist on the hatch, shouting. Octavia ripped a pipe off the wall, wedging it across the hatch, making it impossible for Murphy to open it, despite the lock being on the other side. 

"Let me in Monty!" Murphy shouted. 

Freya was breathing heavily in a panic, her mind reeling for a solution, even if it was temporary. Then she remembered what Clarke said. 

Murphy seems to listen to you. 

"Let me speak to him," Freya suggested, earning raised eyebrows from both Monty and Octavia. 

"You're kidding right?" Monty asked. 

Freya shook her head. "Let me speak to him, he'll listen," she insisted. 

Octavia and Monty shared a worried, unconvinced look but gave in anyway. Slowly, they removed the pipe from the hatch and it immediately swung open to reveal Murphy's angry, exhausted face, which only softened slightly when he noticed Freya. 

"Let me through," he said through gritted teeth. 

Freya shook her head and held her head high. 

"Get down," she snarled at him. "I need to talk to you." 

Murphy rolled his eyes and reluctantly climbed down the ladder onto the second floor which was now empty since everyone had retreated to the first floor to get further away from Jasper's sounds. Freya followed him down the ladder and faced Murphy, who had his arms crossed. Octavia slammed the hatch closed behind them, drowning out Jasper's moans. 

"You're not killing him," Freya told him sharply. 

Murphy shook his head in disbelief. "He's driving everyone insane Freya," he pointed out. "Even you! You're shaking because you haven't slept for days!" 

Freya would have been touched by his concern if he wasn't just threatening to kill someone. 

"I don't care," she said. "The fog will clear soon and Clarke will be back with the medicine and he'll get better. This isn't the Ark, we can't just kill anyone we want." 

"He's dying anyway," he said. "I'm just putting him out of his misery." He tried to push past her, but Freya stopped him by grabbing his hand and pulling him back. 

Murphy turned back around, his face expressionless, though his heart was racing at the mere sensation of her light touch. She didn't let go of his hand.