John is wounded at the end of Season 5. He begs for Emori and they make up. Emori POV.

"You should run ahead," Monty says. Just then another scream erupts from John. I put my hand on his back as we topple over yet another rock in our way. I make my way over a branch and then stop when I see Monty resting in front of me.

"Drop me. You'll make it without me," John says.

"If Monty drops you, we both blow up," I assure. "I'm not leaving you, John."

I have not seen him cry for a long time. I caught him crying one time when he was alone in his room. I came to tell him dinner was ready and he was sobbing against the back wall. He pretended that he wasn't and even told me to go away but I knew that wasn't the truth. I didn't try to tell him that I wanted to comfort him. Instead, I turned around and walked away, hearing him muffle a sob as I did.

This time there will be no such cruelty.

Tears fall down John's face. I grab his hand and look into his eyes as more tears fall.

"I'm dying, Emori," he says. "Leave me."

"No. No way. Everyone else in your life might have left you, John. But not us. We are going to save you. And certainly not me. I am never leaving you again."

"I can move," Monty assures.

He starts off running again and I am following him. We run together as much as we can, stumbling over branches. I grab him when he falls or assist Monty when his muscles begin to fail. My terror pushes me to move faster. My fear makes me run, pushing my legs just as much as Monty's does. We run like this until finally I can see the clearing to the woods. Murphy is screaming nonstop, constantly in dramatic amounts of pain. I want to kiss him, hold him until the pain goes away. But I can't this time. I helped him through the coma, through the vomiting that was so much worse than the rest of ours, through the chest pain and then the heart attack. When he was really emotional, I let him be alone. But the last seven months has been torture. I miss him. I need him.

When his hand falls to the side and sits open in the air, I look to his crying eyes.

"Please," he says.

I grab his hand and squeeze his fingers. He closes his eyes as if he finally got some relief out of my touch. That makes me feel good so I keep doing it, holding his hand.

"Come on!" Monty shouts.

We run toward the ship as fast as we can. I see Bellamy and smile in relief. Then I see Clarke, feeling equally as happy. We stop once we are inside and Monty sets Murphy on the ground.

"Doctors! We need Abby right now!" Monty shouts.

"Abby! Please! We need a medic!" I shout.

Clarke rushes over once the door is closed. I feel movement. We are flying. I feel unsteady on the ground as I hold onto John. His hand in mine is like a vice grip. I lean down, covering him with my body.

"I'm losing it, Emori," he says.

"No, you aren't! You aren't leaving me!" I shout with fierceness and fear behind my voice.

"Hold pressure on it. He's going to need a suture kit and a transfusion," Clarke says.

"Do it!" I shout.

"Once we get through the atmosphere, we'll be stable and we can bring him to medical. For right now, I can stop the bleeding," she assures. She puts pressure on the wound. I hold onto John as the ship rocks and creaks. I lean down so that my face is just inches from his, making sure to stay out of the way of Clarke's hands.

"I'm scared," he mouthes, barely addable at all. I put my hands on either side of his face to be sure that he is looking to me. "I don't want to die, Emori. I don't want to be gone."

"You aren't. You're right here. Clarke is helping you. Now that we're safe, we can save you," I promise.

I am not sure if I believe it or not. If he isn't alive, I have no reason to be here. I have lived to survive for a long time. That was mostly because of my brother. Once he was gone, it was for John. If I die, John doesn't have any other reason to live either. Maybe we were meant to be together somehow. We might make each other crazy, but we have been in love since the moment we met.

"Let's move him!" Clarke shouts.

We all stand up. Clarke, Monty and Bellamy grab John. They start to move him to where Abby is. We find ourselves passing through hallways. I follow behind them when I hear a shout from him. He screams out in pain and agony.

"Emori! Emori!" he shouts.

I run to his side, squeezing by him in the tight hallway and grabbing his hand as it falls to his side. He looks relieved. I hold onto him as we make our way into medical. The room is large but I am not focused on much. I can see a few other patients as they are being worked on by Abby, Jackson and two other medics. Once he is set down, the others disperse.

"Stay here," he begs.

"I'm not going anywhere," I assure.

Abby comes over with a kit and sets it down on the table beside him. She opens it up and starts working. I look only to John. I don't want to watch what she does. I am already scared.

"We need to suture him. He's going to be awake. Emori, hold his hand," Abby says.

I squeeze his fingers in mine.

"I'm sorry," he mutters.

"What?" I ask with shock. I know that my eyes are wide and my shoulders are backwards.

"What are you talking about?" I ask again. He never apologizes, never tells anyone that he regrets anything that he does.

"I'm sorry that I was such a jerk and that I didn't help on the ring. I was scared that you were too good for me, that you were becoming something I couldn't keep up with." He grunts in pain, closing his eyes for a second before continuing on his rampage. "I was scared and I'm sorry for being that person. I promise to never be that person again."

He is scaring me.

"I love you, Emori," he says.

"I love you too," I assure.

I look to Abby and she gives a reassuring smile. He will be okay. Or at least, he will be okay for now.

"Stay," he begs.

"John Murphy…no matter what, you're stuck with me now."

I get a final smile out of him before he loses consciousness.