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It was always the same damn leg… The same leg he had been stabbed in. Murphy hobbled across the forest with the remainder of the forty-seven and soldiers that had attacked Mount Weather. He had a tourniquet in his upper thigh, and he hoped that they would reach the camp soon. Not specifically for him, but for the people they were able to rescue from the Mountain men.

It had been too late for a couple of them.

Jasper's S.O.S signal last week had alerted them to a situation that was much worse than they had thought. He wasn't sure what Clarke thought the situation had escalated to, but after listening to the message, preparations to get their people out of there began immediately. They had begun to suck up their people's bone marrow, a painful process that would kill them in eight procedures.

He looked at the girl they called Harper, who was being carried on a stretcher by Jasper and Miller.

She had six procedures.

According to Jasper, she had been the lab rat of the group. It was a miracle she was alive—if even barely.

They lost six to Mount Weather. Thirty had bone marrow removed. The teens that could walk – which were not many—were carrying the others on stretchers.

As for his own injury, he had gotten shot when getting Harper out of the operating room. Crazy bitch doctor probably wanted his marrow too, but he knocked her head into the wall before she tried to sedate him.

He looked around at the grounders that encircled the whole group. They had had a slightly different mission—one a heck of a lot easier than theirs if he was to be honest. Their people were contained in a large chamber, being hung upside down and kept in cages like animals. With the chaos that ensued in the rest of the mountain, that chamber was less protected than usual. The grounders weren't what they were very interested in keeping at that moment.

He held on tighter to his gun as they walked through the forest. Those who weren't transporting people had been put towards the back of the group, to defend them in case Mount Weather decided to attack. Murphy didn't think they would, they had already walked the two day distance from the Mountain. Plus their siege had killed a lot of people from exposure to radiation—mostly those who hadn't received bone marrow. And since they had taken their "regular treatment" with them, he was positive they wouldn't attack.

For now.

He saw the familiar clearing from the edge of the forest and he let out a relieved sigh.

Clarke and Bellamy took the lead of the group, Bellamy clutching his arm where he had been shot twice. They stood at the front of the open gate with Lexa, the grounder leader.

As he approached the gate he felt himself looking for a certain brunette in the crowd. People were cheering as the teens arrived at the gate, parents and friends coming to hug their loved ones. He saw Monty being crushed in between his two parents, tears flowing down their eyes. They took a notice of Jasper shuffling his feet nearby and brought him into the embrace too. Guess goggle's family didn't make it down.

He walked passed them, thinking to himself how he had had enough of watching other people's reunions for the day. They wore him out. He stumbled into the empty med bay, perching on a stool and stretching out his leg on the bed in front of him. He pulled the medical tray full of instruments to him, and untied his tourniquet. He hissed in pain as he poured moonshine over his wound, shutting his eyes.

"You should wait for Abby." a familiar voice rang from behind him.

"I got this." He said, his voice strained.

He reached for a pair of forceps on the tray, but Raven stopped his movement with her hand.

He sighed and looked up at her.

"Did you get shot?" Her eyebrows furrowed, leaning over him to get a look at his leg.

"What do you think?" Murphy rolled his eyes.

"I think that you should wait to take the bullet out."

"Abby's going to have enough on her hands without having to treat me." He reached for the forceps once again, but Raven pushed the medical tray away from his reach, standing in front of it.

"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice tired.

"Do you even know how to get a bullet out?" She crossed her arms over chest.

"You dig in the hole and pull. It's not that hard."

"Oh so you've done it before?"

He gave her a frustrated look before answering.

"No."

"Ever been shot before?"

"No." he repeated, his gaze now fixed on his wound.

"Okay, then you should leave it to the experts, don't you think?" She grabbed the forceps.

"Wait, wait, wait." He held up a hand to slow her advances. She was incredibly terrifying at that moment holding up that metal surgical tool. "Is this your way of getting back at me for last week?"

"Maybe. But don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Abby gave me some minor training before you guys came back."

"Minor training?"

"Relax, I got this." She repeated his earlier words with a lopsided smile.

Much to his relief, Abby, Clarke, Bellamy and a few others barged into the med bay. They started accommodating Harper and a couple of the other teens who'd had the most bone marrow procedures on the beds.

"Raven?" Abby gestured with her chin to her.

"Gunshot wound." she answered.

"Okay, take care of Bellamy when you're done with him." she turned around to focus on the others.

"See? Told you." She hovered over his leg, cutting away the fabric around his pants with a pair of scissors.

"If you wanted me to take off my pants, all you had to do was ask." He smirked.

"Do you really want to be propositioning me when I have scissors this close to your junk?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Considering our past? Nope, probably not."

She told him to brace himself and he shut his eyes. The pain of the extraction of the bullet was great, but not unbearable—compared to anything he'd suffered on the ground anyways. Once the bullet was out, she dropped it in the medical tray, and dabbed some antiseptic on the wound.

"Wait, I didn't have to use moonshine?" He asked as she wrapped his leg.

"Nope."

"You didn't say anything. Was that your payback?"

"I had to teach you a lesson somehow." She set aside the instruments for later sterilization.

"And what lesson was that?" He lowered himself to the floor.

"That we all need each other."

Murphy looked at her for a long time without saying anything. She helped a grumbling Bellamy up onto the stool Murphy was previously in and continued working.

They locked eyes once she looked up, and she frowned at him.

"Find me when you're ready to admit that." she sighed, dabbing at Bellamy's arm.

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