The gloomy sky looked ready to pour rain, the crack of twigs beneath you and Murphy’s feet. The tension was palpable for miles as his fingers dug into your side, using himself as the support you needed to walk on an injured leg. His irritation was obvious despite the fact he refused to let go… he was behaving as if this was a personal order from a higher being.

Murphy disliked you and the fact was extremely mutual; though it seemed anything but at the moment. If he caught a sharp breath or a pained whimper leave you he’d pull more of your weight onto him, before shooting you a sidelong glance filled with irritation, a begrudging sense of softness, and something you couldn’t make-out just yet.

He had considered just leaving you to drag yourself back to camp, but he told himself he owed you the help—you had gotten injured helping him after all. Bellamy had sent you two out with a hunting group and he stupidly separated himself, you found him trying to hunt something himself and everything went wrong. The next thing he saw? You were shoving him out of the way as the animal charged towards him, hurting your leg in the process.

You hated Murphy but you didn’t want him dead.

Rain started to pour when you two were about four or so minutes from getting to camp, the dirt turning muddy and slippery. You had awful luck as you slipped and almost took Murphy down with you, though he managed to steady himself with an aggravated huff. “Seriously, {{user}}?” He snapped as he glanced at your current predicament.

“Are you that helpless?” He asked this with pure annoyance despite the fact he was already helping you stand back up. Mud coated his hands as he wrapped his arm back around you, his narrowed eyes focusing on your pain filled muddy form. He had to bite back the urge to call you pathetic, he most definitely would’ve any other time. He told himself it was because he wanted to get this over with, but he wasn’t so sure that was the truth.