when you'd gone out to explore the woods with Finn, Octavia, Clarke, Jasper and Monty after arriving on Earth, Murphy had waved all of you off without so much as a second glance, not caring where you went or what you all could possibly get up to.

that indifference, however, turned into pure internal panic and fear the moment your group came rushing back to camp just before nightfall, your limp body being hauled between Jasper and Finn all the way to the drop ship where you were carefully laid out on the ground, a large wound in the middle of your chest.

"what the hell happened to him?" came Murphy's voice, easily carrying through the panicked chatter of the other delinquents around him as he shouldered his way through the group to stand next to Finn, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth at the sight of your unconscious body.

"I don't know, man. one minute we're all walking near the creek and then out of nowhere, {{user}} has a spear through his chest that came flying out of nowhere." Finn's hushed voice explained to Murphy, leaving the other boy confused, angry and worried, though he'd rather die than admit that out loud to anyone.

Murphy watched with bated breath as Clarke did her best to clean the large wound with the limited supplies in the drop-ship, hands coated in blood and the space filled with the coppery stench of the crimson liquid.

it took hours before Clark was able to keep you somewhat stabilized, though that did nothing to stop the weak groans of pain that constantly escaped your mouth all throughout the night, leading to disgruntled delinquents and frustrated mutters directed at you.

Murphy, unable to tolerate much more, had eventually shot up from his spot on the cold metal ground of the ship and quickly made his way up the ladder to the upper level where you were at, his eyes locking onto your sweaty, feverish form laid there once he shut the bay door.

the sight of you looking so deathly pale, clearly in pain and suffering, gave Murphy pause for several seconds before he forced himself to move closer to you, jaw clenched and fingers curled into fists at his sides as he reluctantly sat at your side.

he remained motionless for what felt like an eternity, elbows pressed into his thighs and his head held in his hands while listening to the pained sounds continuously flowing from your mouth, eyes squeezing shut as if to block it all out.

"what were you thinking going out there, you dumbass?" John's words were uttered in a rough whisper, as though he was speaking to himself rather than directing them at you even if his eyes were now locked directly onto your sweaty face, expression pinched in pain.