He walked into the lighthouse and couldn't believe what he saw. It wasn't any city of light, but maybe it was better. There was electricity, lights, music, food, motorcycles, and booze. Jokes on you Jaha, that's what you get for leaving me for dead, Murphy thought. After Jaha Craig off the boat, Murphy was done taking a leap of faith with him. His arm was killing him from that sea monster bite, but suddenly he didn't care. He walked over to the counter and opened some of the food packages, he was starving. He hadn't any food or water in days.
He walked over to the other side of the room and sat down in a chair. It had been so long since he sat in real furniture. Maybe there was a bed somewhere he could sleep in. He was so exhausted between crossing the desert, then an ocean and listening to Jaha go on and on about having faith the whole time.
When she heard someone open the door and she ran downstairs. Could it finally be her parents after all this time? She had kept the light on even after losing hope that they'd ever come back. She just wanted someone to show up so she didn't have to be alone anymore.
As she is going down the stairs she hears the video and knows it's not her parents. There would be no reason for them to watch it again. She rounds the corner at the bottom of the stairs and sees a boy sitting on the chair in front of the television. He's eating the crackers she never put away last night and drinking some of the scotch. Sure help yourself to my stuff she thinks, although in truth she doesn't really care. He can have whatever he wants, she just is glad to see another human being, finally. The gunshot on the video makes her jump even though she's heard it many times before.
The boy turns off the television and gets up looking for more to eat. She can see his face now and see he is covered in blood on his face and his arm. His arm is wrapped up, he must have gotten bitten by the sea monster.
When he turns around he sees her standing by the wall, "whoa… hey…" he says.
She freezes; she's never heard another person's voice besides her parents. He speaks with an accent that she doesn't recognize, her parents had a forest native accent. He has something else… and it's beautiful. She loves his voice and he's only said two words. What clan could he be from? She had only known what the people of her parent's clan looked and sounded like because they always kept up the traditions of the clan even though they were so far away.
She realizes she's been looking at him a little too long without saying anything, "Hello, I'm Taryn."
Murphy thinks about it for a second and then responds, "John." Now that he's trying to start over, away from the 100, the Ark, and the Skybox, he doesn't want to be Murphy anymore.
She smiles feeling more relaxed just from knowing his name, "Well John, how about I fix up that arm?"
"You don't know me, why would you want to help me?" Murphy says.
She smirks, "You're right, perhaps I am more trusting of a stranger than I should be. Follow me."
She didn't give him an answer to his question, but he decides to follow her anyway. Watching her long black hair sway as she walks up the stairs. She leads him to a room that looks a lot like the med bay back on the Ark. Very clinical, with an examination table, sink, cabinets, and some chairs. It all looks so clean. Something Murphy hasn't seen in a long time.
"Sit down here," she pulls out a chair and he does as she says. "Take off your jacket so I can see your arm."
After his jacket is off she starts pulling off the scrap of cloth Jaha put on him as a bandage. Taryn observes the wound for a minute and then says, "Okay, I can stitch this up and you should be fine. You lost some blood though so you should rest." She gets up and pulls supplies out of a cabinet.
"Whoa what the hell is that?" John says when he sees her filling a syringe. Where did she get all of the medical supplies?
She smirks again. She does that a lot, "painkillers." She says and walks over putting the needle in his arm.
"Thanks," it hurts like hell and he's not about to turn down painkillers. Even though the grounders stabbed him, beat him, and tortured him until he wanted to die, he still feels the pain of the bite.
She cleans the wound and stitches it up, then wraps it in fresh bandages. She hands something out to him, "take these to prevent infection, here's some water. If it starts hurting again I can give you some more painkillers. You'll have a nasty scar, but it should heal up fine."
"Wouldn't be my first scar. Where did you learn to do this?" he asks genuinely wanting to know what she is about.
She shrugs like it's nothing, "my parents."
His brows scrunch together; he hasn't seen or heard anyone else here. "Where are you parents?"
Pain passes over here face so quickly he almost misses it, but it's there. So she had issues with her parents like he did. "There not here. So John, would you like a shower?" she asks.
He hasn't had a proper shower or bath since he was back on the Ark and since then he's been covered in dirt and blood more than once over. "Hell yes."
That smirk again, "I thought so, come 'on." She leads him to one of the two bathrooms in the lighthouse. "You shower and I'll go get you some new clothes. Then I'll show you around."
"You promise to answer my questions this time?"
She chuckles slightly, "yes John I will answer any questions that you have." She turns around and leaves the room.
Murphy takes off his ripped, bloody, dirt caked clothes and gets in the shower. He stays in a very long time, never feeling like he can get clean. God, he'd never thought he'd have an actual shower again.