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Through the Night
"I don't want to die alone."
Raven looked into his eyes as he pronounced this words. She knew exactly how he felt; hell, she had been alone for hours on the ship, thinking that everyone else was dead, wishing that she was dead too. But she had been forced to wait her death to come slowly and painfully.
I don't want to die alone either. Deep down, that's what she wanted to tell him. That she understood him, that she understood his feelings. But she couldn't. She couldn't bring herself to phrase these words; it was Murphy, after all. He had betrayed them not once, but twice, and she didn't know when he would do the same thing with her. Yet he stood there, offering her his help, whereas she was hurt and defenseless.
She had no more bullets, no more protection. The last Grounder was dead, but Murphy stood there, staring at her with his big brown eyes. She nodded once and put the gun aside, allowing him to enter her dying zone.
He sat down beside her, a few inches away, making sure he wasn't touching her. He looked at her face and frowned.
"You look bad" he said.
"I feel bad."
He hesitated for a few seconds, not sure of what he was going to ask.
"Can I see it?" he finally said, waiting patiently for her denial. It didn't come. She looked at him doubtfully and nodded, turning slightly to her right so he could have a better access to her wounded back.
"You're bleeding, Raven" he said, after pulling her t-shirt up.
"I know" she answered, shrugging her shoulders. "I can't feel my legs anymore."
"Here, let me compress it." He ripped the bottom of his t-shirt and wrapped it around her waist, making sure the wound was protected. Raven shivered when she felt his calloused fingers against her skin. She wasn't exactly chaste – heck, she had slept with Bellamy a few days before – but strangely enough Murphy's presence was disturbing her.
"How does it look?" she asked. She felt like she had to say something, anything, just to get her thoughts out of him.
"Honestly? It looks awful."
Raven sighed when he covered her back again, leaning against the wall.
"Well thank you, you make me feel a lot better."
"I'm just saying the truth."
They remained silent for a few minutes, listening to the sounds that came from the outside. The Grounders were nowhere to be seen; they were probably all dead.
As the night approached, Raven was starting to feel cooler and cooler. She didn't know if it was because of her wound or the temperature that was lowering, but by nightfall she was freezing. She was shaking heavily and her teeth chattered, a loud thud in the middle of the darkness.
"Here" said Murphy, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around her shoulders. He was wearing a plain white shirt underneath it, sufficiently tight to mark the shape of his torso.
"What? No, Murphy – wait, I don't..."
"Shut up, you're freezing, don't try to act tough now" he commented with a light smile on his lips. She didn't say anything, but she kept the jacket on her shoulders. Truth was, it was really comfortable. And besides, it smell good. She knew it was Murphy's smell, and that she should have been disgusted or shocked by her own reaction, but she was too tired for that.
"I'm exhausted" she whispered, her eyes almost shut.
"Then go to sleep, I'll keep the watch."
Raven rested her head in his shoulder, letting out a sigh of relief.
"Do you think we're gonna survive?" she asked, feeling herself drifting to sleep.
Murphy wrapped his arm around her, resting his head on top of hers. It was a strange position for both of them, but it was comfortable and they were too tired to worry about it.
"Don't worry, Raven. We'll make it through the night."