John Murphy Imagines

Abomination part 4

"You're pregnant?" He practically shouted out, while looking very stressed.
   "Yes..." You said slowly.
   "Why the hell haven't you told me?!"
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"I... I thought you wouldn't care..." you said slowly.
"Wouldn't care? How can you say that! You're pregnant, of course I would care!" His cheeks got red with anger.
"But I mean... You don't seem like the type..." you mumbled.
"Oh so what? I'm the bad guy that doesn't care about anyone?"
"I didn't say that! But you are really self centered, and it was a one night stand."
Murphy seemed to become speechless at your words, and then he looked down. He almost looked... Hurt?
"You know what Y/n? I don't. I don't care. You're a bitch anyways." With that he turned on the spot and walked away.

You felt silent tears start to roll down your cheeks. Clarke was with you in a second and placed a comforting arm over your shoulders. You cried uncontrollably into her shirt for several minutes.
You didn't know why you cared. Did it matter that he didn't care? You had after all expected it. And it wasn't like you liked him, it was just a one time thing... Or was it?

Several days went by and your panic was worse than ever. You needed to find a way to make an abortion, now. Maybe you should tell Abby?
One evening, you decided to go talk to Abby. If it was anyone that could help you, it was her.
After talking to her for a while, you decided that she would make an abortion on you the next day. You hugged her and thanked her for being so nice.

You went to bed that day with a very bad feeling in your stomach. Not just because you were pregnant, but also because the nervousness was making you crazy.
Your whole body was feeling numb, like it was preparing itself for disaster. But it would go okay, right? It would just be a quick abortion and then the fucked up shit would be gone. You didn't need to speak with Murphy again, ever.
The last thought made your eyes water for some reason. But you rubbed them and then tried your hardest to sleep, to forget about all the pain for a little while.

You woke up very suddenly in the morning and tried your best not to scream. It felt like your insides was being crushed over and over again. The pain was spreading downwards and all the way to your legs.
You put your arms tight around your waist and stumbled to the bathroom. You threw yourself on the floor and proceeded to throw up in the toilet, and not on the bathroom rug.
The pain was increasing and you groaned out in pain. It was now feeling like a hundred knifes was stabbing you in your stomach. You felt your head get heavy and your vision became blurry. The bathroom looked like it was spinning before your eyes. You looked down and saw blood all over the floor. The sight made you vomit again and tears started to roll down your cheeks. The pain was so unbearable now, you were getting dangerously close to passing out.
The room seemed to spin faster and then you fell backwards on to the hard tile floor. After that, everything went dark.

You slowly open your eyes and blinked groggily at the bright light. Your head seemed to be as heavy as a stone, and you groaned.
You carefully tilted your head to the side, but immediately regretted it when you felt a sharp pain in the back of your head. The pain made you squeak and you suddenly heard a voice.
"Abby she's awake!"
You slowly realized where you were, in Abby's treating room. You were laying on a soft bed, with a thin blanket over the lower half of your body. The walls were light gray and there were all sorts of medical equipment.
Three people were looking at you with relief: Abby, Clarke and Murphy.
"Hey honey, are you alright?" Abby said and offered you a glass of water.
You slowly moved to a sitting position and winced when your felt your stomach ache again, tho it was much more bearable now.
"What happened?" you mumbled with a weak voice.
"Y/n, you had a miscarriage," Abby said and smiled at you with a comforting smile.
"What?" You groaned again because of the pain.
"We can talk more later, you need to sleep."
You didn't now who said it, but your eyelids were becoming heavy and you drifted off to sleep.

The next time you woke up, there were only one person in the room: Murphy.
"Hey," he mumbled when he saw you were awake.
"Hey asshole," you smiled.
"Are you feeling okay?"
"I mean, it could be better," you smiled weakly.
He smiled weakly, but soon looked a bit ashamed.
"What?" You asked.
"Y/n, I just want you to know I'm not angry with you. I should have understood that it was hard to tell me. It was rude of me to freak out, damn we fight all the time. I'm not worth telling, even if it's my child."
"It's fine Murphy, really. I should actually have told you, even if it's my body. It was your child and you deserved to know."
You smiled at each other and Murphy carefully took your hand. He stroked it with his thumb in small circles. The little gesture made you feel a warmness spread through out your body. He seemed so pure and caring in this moment, he was almost unrecognizable.
"I'll make it up to you somehow," he mumbled.
"It's not your fault."
"I know, but I feel guilty. I made a beautiful girl like you cry."
A blush spread on your cheeks and you looked down to hide it. He was being so sweet right now, it was almost creeping you out.

"Y/n?" Murphy placed his thumb under your chin and tilted your head up.
"Mhm?"
He leaned in as close as he could, until his lips were centimeters from yours. Him being so close, made your heartbeat skip a beat. You looked into his blue eyes and felt safe for some reason. He seemed to actually care.
"May I?" He asked politely.
"You may," you chuckled.
Murphy leaned in very slowly and then met your lips in a sweet kiss. It was not rough or anything like before, it was soft and loving. The kiss made you melt into him and your whole body felt like it was flying. You heart was racing in your chest and a spark like electricity seemed to appear from his lips.
His soft lips felt amazing on yours and you smiled into the kiss. You felt happy, for the first time in a very long time.
He pulled away after a few moments and looked into your eyes. You felt like you had butterflies in your stomach. He placed his forehead on yours and took a deep breath.
"I think I love you Y/n."
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Author's note: Hey, I'm back! Finally posted the next part and I think it's the last one.

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