It wasn't new to know that Murphy had gotten into trouble. You'd be more surprised if it wasn't so.

Since the 100 juvenile delinquents landed on Earth, Murphy hasn't done anything but get into trouble. But you remained completely unaware of what the boy did or didn't do. You weren't friends, but you weren't enemies either; you simply never had the chance to get to know each other while on the Ark.

Murphy grew up most of his life without his parents on the farm station. On the other hand, you had grown up with the privilege of having a family on the Alpha station and feared that, if you tried to get close to him or anyone else in the camp, they would only treat you badly for having lived a life full of privileges that they hadn't been able to have.

But something didn't feel right. The boy was hurt, although he tried to hide his pain and discomfort after that heated fight with Wells. After overthinking it, you sighed, getting up from the cold floor of the ship that sheltered you from the cold night and walked to the first aid kit, which over the days had become almost empty, but was better than nothing. You took it in your hands and approached him.

He first looked at you, almost judging you with his gaze, and then at the first aid kit in your hands. "I don't need your help. It's nothing," he murmured, looking away. But to your surprise, his words weren't as harsh as you expected.