- imagines + preferences for 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐝.
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includes blood/injury mention, possible implied smut, swearing, angst etc.
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"y/n, im fine, stop fussing over me"
murphy saying that made you put the cloth down in frustration. he was very ill, even more so than what the grounders did to him.
you were just trying to help him.
"murphy, i swear-" you were cut off by him having a coughing fit, and you quickly manoeuvred him into sitting up. you lifted his chin so that'd he accept the canteen of water you were holding against his dry lips.
"you're not fine murphy." you whispered as he drunk the water.
finally surrendering, murphy allowed you to place the cool cloth back on his forehead, and carefully comb through his damp hair with your fingertips.
it was a nice feeling, being taken care of. a foreign one, to him.
you didnt know when you started to care for this boy, but it just happened. murphy was somewhat kind to you, when you were sent out hunting together. he watched your back, and you watched his.
you had started falling for him.
and you didn't know it yet, but murphy was falling too.
