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john "trash prince" murphy ([personal profile] wrackful) wrote in [community profile] station72 2016-12-11 04:42 am (UTC)

[If Murphy had felt spun loose for a moment, Bellamy had taken it much worse. Murphy doesn't apologise, but it's there in his mind as he pulls the line in again, steadies it closer, keeps a little distance measured out for breathing room. Every time he thinks he's got a basic hold on how these connections work, something like this happens, changes his understanding of what they can do, what they can share. How they can impact each other. He wonders if anyone had ever gone mad, mind bouncing off the rest of the Nest like a ricocheting bullet. Maybe Cathaway was a preferable state.]

( You should sleep. )

[He repeats, both for something to say and because he believes it. Twelve hours of this wasn't going to be pleasant to stay awake through, and maybe Bellamy would recover faster if he rested. Murphy hesitates for a moment, then adds:]

( I'm not going anywhere. )

[It's not an assurance he'd ordinarily think to make to Bellamy. That he'd think Bellamy would accept from him. But he remembers Bellamy holding him steady as he'd panicked in the festival, remembers Bellamy clutching onto Lexa with the arm that wasn't fractured. And further back than that, he remembers Octavia holding Bellamy's hand in the dropship quarantine, remembers his parents taking turns at his bedside when he had the flu, one of them always there when he woke up. He can't be beside Bellamy right now, but he can do this: hold on and keep holding on.]

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