The 100 Imagines💯

Murphy--- Care💙

You cough hard, blood splattering from your lips.

You wipe your mouth, and try again for the hundredth time, to push the large piece of wood and grounded bits off of you.
Useless.

You sigh in pain.

"(Y/n)?" Someone calls your name and your head whips up.

"Over here!" You shout.

You hear the crunching of dirt as the person runs over.

Murphy.

"Murphy? Get away." You frown at him and he holds his chest in pain.

"Let me help you... Ya look like an open autopsy." He says and you roll your eyes.

"Here." He gets on his knees and tries to pull the wood and stuff off.

"No I don't need nor want your help." You cross your arms.

"I'm not gonna let you bleed to death." He shakes his head and heaves.

"Huh, you woulda let me bleed to death four days ago. Why the change of heart?" You raise a brow and he rolls his eyes.

"Shut up, (Y/l/n)." He growls as he pulls harder.

The wood finally shifts and you groan in pain

"Hurry, John!" You say with worry and he heaves once more and the block of wood rolls over.

You quickly grip your leg as blood pours from the wound.

You shriek in pain.

Murphy wraps his arms under you and lifts you up.

"Put me down!" You whine.

"No." He sighs. "I know it may be strange but I'm helping you." He says and you reluctantly wrap your arms around his neck to make it easier for him.

"Thanks." You frown as sweat starts at your forehead.
"I feel tired." You lean your head on his shoulder.

"No. I may not have paid much attention in class but I know if you close your eyes that's not good." He says but your eyelids feel so heavy.

You try your best to stay awake and he sets you down on some soft dirt.

"Stay." He instructs and rips a piece of his shirt off and hands it to you.

"Apply pressure."

"Sure thing Doc." You take it and smile, pressing it to your leg.

The gray fabric immediately turns red within seconds.

"This is serious, (Y/n)." He frowns and turns away into the woods.

Within a few moments he returns with no shirt and has it bundled up wet.

"You know what, today might not be the worst day." You joke as he takes the red cloth and replaces it with the wet one.

He presses it firmly against your thigh.

"You're pretty." You giggle and he meets your eyes just as you pass out.

"Shit." John hurriedly rips a piece of your shirt and wipes your head with it while applying pressure to your thigh.

"(Y/n)?" He repeats again and again and you flutter your eyes open.

"Hey." You croak and cough.

He smiles.

"Thank God." He sighs and wipes your face again.

"Hey, Murphy?" Your voice is small and scared.

"Yeah?" He turns his head to look at you.

"Don't leave me." You speak shallow and sadly.

"I'm not." He assures you as you close your eyes once more.

It's been at least twenty minutes and you feel terrible.

"John, I don't think there's anything you can do." You finally speak. "Thank you, though. For trying." You offer a small smile.

"No. You're gonna live, (Y/n)." He shakes his head.

"There's no choice." You shrug slightly.

"There's always a choice." He spits with a hiss.

"Hey." You touch his hand weakly.

"It's okay... I had a good run." You attempt a smile s a tear runs down your cheek.
"Sorry to get sentimental." You joke and cough.

"You're not dying." He frowns. And presses harder on your wound.

"Hey, if I run back to the drop ship, I can try to find something?" He offers.

You smile sadly.

"You do that." You say, knowing by the time he gets back you'll be gone.

"Okay. I'll be back " he smiles and gets up.

You tlt your head to the side and watch as he runs away.

Darkness reaches you and you fade.

An hour later, Abby and Kane arrive at the drop ship.

They find Murphy at your side, a frown on his lips.

"She's gone." He says, closing your eyes.

"Did you know her, son?" Kane wonders, approaching.

"No." He says and stands up, wiping his face.