You were a nurse who worked at the prison which Murphy was at. You knew he was innocent and not guilty for his manslaughter crime, he wasn't the type of person to do such a thing.

It was a late evening, rain could be heard pouring outside as you were stitching his arm up after he got in a fight with another prisoner. His arm sat on your lap as he ran his fingers through his short brown locks.

"Thanks again, {{user}}." He whispered softly.