The 100 - Gif Imagines

john murphy | scared

     "Fuck, that's disgusting," Murphy said, trying to make light of the situation as he pushed you over on your side, letting the blood you had just coughed up spill from your mouth onto the rag placed next to you. You glared at him as you continued to hack up the dark red, metallic-tasting fluid. You would have slapped him had he not been helping you, and had you not been so weak.

     Once your coughing fit finally ceased for the time being, you wiped the blood away from your mouth with your sleeve and let your arm drop to your side limply. "I'm sorry that I can't always look my best for you, Murph. It wasn't too pleasant when you were spitting up blood all over me, either."

     "You have to admit, I did make bleeding from every facial orifice look good," he said, his lips pulling back in a sarcastic grin.

     "Yeah, cause that's such a sight for sore eyes, isn't it?" you shot back, your voice coming out raspy and uneven despite the smile that faintly appeared on your lips.

     Another wave of coughing wracked your body, blood spattering onto the floor of the dropship. You groaned as Murphy gently rubbed your back, a pained look coming across his face. He hated seeing you like this. Especially because he was the one that had brought it upon you after escaping the Grounders. Sure, a vast majority of the hundred had caught the sickness, but you were the only one he cared about. He was determined to make your days spent in quarantine less painful, even if the only thing he could do was be there for you.

     "John?" your quiet voice snapped him out of his thoughts, his attention returning to the girl he loved.

     "Yeah, Doll?" his voice lacked his usual sarcastic tone, noting the increased amount of pain in your voice.

     "I don't want to die," you whispered, looking up at him with desperate, tired eyes. 

     Murphy's heart nearly broke in two at your words. "You won't die, (y/n). I won't let it happen. Okay?"

     "I'm so scared, John," you whined, barely loud enough for him to hear. Murphy gripped your hand gently and gave it a soft squeeze, leaning down to press a feather-light kiss to your forehead.

     "I know, Doll. Try and get some sleep, okay? I promise you'll be alright," he hummed, his lips brushing your feverish skin. "I won't let anything happen to you."

     Once your eyes had slipped shut and your coughing had let up enough for you to drift off, Murphy lied down next to you, wrapping your shaking body in his arms as he pulled you close.

     He'd be damned if anything was going to happen to you while he was around.