"Raven, please, I need it!" I pleaded with my best friend.

She sighed, dark hair falling in her face as she shook her head. Swiveling in her chair, she faced me.

"I'm sorry, I told you - I can't help you on this. Anything but this," she told me and I groaned.

I knelt down in front of her then, gazing up at the Hispanic girl.

"Raven, I need to know-" I started to say.

"Do you? Do you really want to know something like that with everything that's going on?" she cut me off.

I bit my lip. She had a point, I know she did. But I still couldn't shake the feeling. I couldn't just live out the rest of these 2 months without knowing. Glancing up at her again though, I knew she wouldn't relent on this. She wouldn't help me. I nodded in defeat then before walking out of the control room. I had just turned the corner when I ran into someone.

"Oh, I am so sorry-" I started but the other person cut me off.

"No, it's alright. I did it on purpose," he said and I looked up to be met with denim blue eyes.

I smiled despite myself, "Hey, Murphy,"

He returned the greeting before tilting his head to the side, gesturing towards the control room.

"So I happened to overhear your conversation with Raven..." he trailed off and I felt anxiety knot up in my stomach.

"...and I think I may be able to help you," he finished with a smirk.

I eyed him suspiciously, crossing my arms over my chest.

"For what in return?" I arched an eyebrow and he laughed.

"Why do you people always assume I want something?" he asked rhetorically before shrugging, "I don't want anything in return. Emori and I have all we need,"

I smiled up at him in thanks and he nodded before heading off to Abby's medical bay while I went back to the room I shared with Bellamy. Half an hour later, Murphy stopped by with a tiny, rectangular purple box he'd stolen from the medicine cabinet in the pharmacy.

"Thank you so much, Murphy," I sighed in relief as I took it from his waiting hands.

"No problem," he gave me a half-smile before turning to leave.

But he stopped in the doorway and called over his shoulder, "And good luck...with everything."

I nodded to him gratefully, anxiety making my chest tighten as I closed the door behind him. Opening up the box, I dumped out the contents of it into my palm. With a heavy heart, I gazed down at the small, white stick that had the potential to change my life. I went to the bathroom and did what needed to be done before washing up. Sitting down on the bed I shared with my boyfriend, the stick beeped and I sucked in a deep breath. My eyes trailed down the stick to the end and I felt my heart jump into my throat.

On the tiny screen, there were two red lines - positive. I cried out in shock, my eyes snapping to the mirror across from me at my reflection. I was pregnant.