Charlotte Murphys Narrative

He didn’t know what to do with himself. Does he cry? Does he move on? He needs answers. But to what questions? Two couple of days ago, the camp had discovered that it wasn’t Murphy that killed poor, innocent Wells, it was the youngest of them all, Charlotte. Just before Murphy was about to die of suffocation from getting hanged for supposedly killing Wells, as Clarke had realised that it was his knife near Well’s dead body, Charlotte spoke up and revealed that she was in fact, the killer of Wells. Rightfully so, Murphy was beyond furious and wanted revenge for almost dying of the death penalty even though he pleaded and pleaded that he didn’t commit the crime. He asked the crowd of delinquents if they want the real murderer hung like they had just moments ago. When no one replied back with the …show more content…
He couldn’t figure out how the hell you managed to survive, but he didn’t have time to care. All he cared about is getting you to safety and your wounds tendered to. “My s-shoulder…I can’t move it.” “I t-thought you were dead…” His voice broke as he carefully picked you up from the shoulder, trying not to irritate your dislocated shoulder while doing the thing he thought he’d never be able to do again. His kiss was salty, due to both of your tears had trailed to your lips, but you two didn’t mind as it was a kiss of pure love.
Bellamy didn't waste any time with bringing you back to camp as he was back there in no time. You had fallen asleep due to being in pain, dizzy and dehydrated. Clarke got straight to work with you, tending to your gash on your head and popping your shoulder back in place with the help of Bellamy. With Octavia being over the moon with happiness with the news of you being very much alive, she got straight to work with helping you out as much as she can. She had made you a sling for you arm out of one of the ripped shirts that had no use for anyone