Murphy pressed on Freya's cold, motionless chest relentlessly, stopping to press his mouth on her open one, blowing two long breaths of air into her lungs. He pressed on her chest again, praying to every god he didn't believe in that this would work. After everything that happened, he couldn't lose her.
"Do you even know what you're doing?" Luna shouted at him, tears streaming down her face as Octavia held her. She was looking at her last remaining family member, the only one she had been given the chance to meet. She couldn't live knowing she had never told her sister that she forgives her.
"No," Murphy admitted between giving Freya his breath. "But I'm not just going to let her die."
Luna buried her head in Octavia's chest as Murphy persistently tried to give Freya CPR. Those who were awake in the room, which was nearly everyone due to Luna's loud sobs, were watching intently from a distance.
"Come on Freya, you can do this," Murphy muttered to her. "Please."
Those were the first words Freya heard as she suddenly gasped, her eyes shooting open as she struggled to regain her breath, grateful that she no longer tasted blood on her tongue. Her breaths were fast and her eyes softened when they landed on Murphy, breathing heavily in relief and running his hands through his hair.
"John?" she croaked and Murphy's face lit up with the brightest smile Freya had ever seen. She didn't dare mention the traces of tears pooling in his green eyes. He moved next to her, squeezing his hand.
"Thank you, for not dying," he told her, earning a light laugh from Freya.
"Thank you for saving me," she replied, staring at him intensely with a smile for a long time before Luna interrupted, stroking back her sister's hair that was sticking to her skin. Freya flinched initially at the contact but relaxed when she realised who it was.
"Don't tell me you were worried about me," Freya joked, earning a breathless laugh from Luna, followed by another sob. Freya squeezed her hand in comfort. "I'm okay, I'm still here," she whispered.
Luna nodded, swallowing her pride. "I forgive you," she told her softly. "I need you to know that."
Freya smiled widely, not having the words to say what she needed to. She felt Murphy's presence disappear before he shortly returned with a wet rag.
"We should get you cleaned up," he told her, offering the rag to Luna, who smirked and shook her head.
"I think you can handle this one," she teased before she sauntered away, grabbing Octavia's arm and dragging her up the ladder, leaving Freya and Murphy alone, both blushing. Murphy laughed awkwardly and sat beside Freya on the hammock, facing her. Hesitantly, he raised the rag to her cheek and began to wipe away the stained blood softly. Her intense blue gaze didn't stray from him.
"Do you feel better?" he asked, his ears burning red at the feeling off her eyes on him.
"Yeah, I guess it only takes my heart stopping for me to feel normal again," she joked in an attempt to lighten the mood, but it only made her feel worse. In the span of twenty-four hours, she had been raped, drugged, found out she lost her father and her heart stopped. She wondered if Finn still had any of that whiskey.
She noticed Murphy's mind reeling, and how he kept glancing nervously across the room. Freya followed his gaze and noticed Bellamy, sound asleep on a mattress across the room, Octavia was hovering over him and his face was also covered in blood.
"I'll talk to him," Freya told Murphy. "He'll come around."
Murphy sighed and moved his hand away from her, throwing the rag into a bucket nearby. He shook his head, refusing to meet Freya's eyes.
"They won't let me stay Freya, not after everything I've done... they don't trust me, and I don't blame them. They just see me as... the bad guy," he confessed before he stood up, beginning to walk away. He didn't want Freya to see the tears slipping from his eyes.
"John?" she called out timidly across the almost empty room. He stopped in his tracks, taking a deep breath and turning reluctantly, revealing his disappointment.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"I don't think you're the bad guy."
***
Freya only left the drop ship to watch the mushroom cloud of billowing smoke in the distance with everyone else, courtesy of Raven and Jasper. She retreated quickly back into the drop ship, feeling strangely anxious and exhausted, despite that she was no longer symptomatic. When she finally gathered the energy to leave the drop ship again, it was dark. She pushed back the curtains hanging over the entrance to the drop ship and was met with a cheer that made her jump.
The entirety of camp faced her, holding up cups of what she assumed was alcohol, which she was eager to get her hands on. The warm, inviting bonfire sparkled in the centre of camp. Freya laughed in surprise.
"What is this?" Freya asked as she approached the crowd, standing next to Jasper, who handed her a cup. She took a long swig from it. It wasn't whiskey, but it was still what she needed.
"Your welcome back party," Jasper responded, slinging an arm over her shoulders. Freya looked up at him in surprise.
"You did this?" she asked in surprise. Jasper nodded.
"You were missed," Jasper explained before disappearing into the dispersed crowd. Freya's blue eyes scanned the crowd, looking for a familiar pair of green eyes, but Murphy was nowhere to be seen. Freya frowned, but she knew this wasn't really his scene. Instead, Freya was approached by Clarke, who looked much healthier now.
"Is this a good idea? The bomb at the bridge won't delay the grounders for long," Freya worried, looking at Clarke, who shrugged.
"That's what I said, but Jasper and Luna wouldn't take no for an answer," Clarke replied, an amused smile pulling on her lips. Freya laughed and the duo watched their people dance to no music and laugh. "You were wrong earlier, by the way," Clarke told her. Freya glanced at her with a tilted head.
"What are you talking about?" she asked. Clarke sighed and looked at her.
"Look, I don't know what happened to you when you were with the grounders, but you'll always be that girl, the Queen Bee. You'll always be Freya Moore, you will always inspire people," Clarke told her, offering a kind smile that Freya mirrored. She looked at the crowd of delinquents and could feel herself believing it too. Her return had managed to bring light and laughter back into their lives, after all they had been through. She nodded slowly.
"I thought you were asleep," Freya admitted to Clarke sheepishly. Clarke merely responded with a playful wink before she disappeared into the crowd.
Freya took another sip of her drink, finishing it. She removed the cup from her lips and her eyes landed on Bellamy Blake's tuft of curly hair across the camp. She felt her usual confidence fill her chest and slammed the cup down on a crate standing tall next to the drop ship. She pushed her way through the crowd over to Bellamy. He was leaning against the towering fence that surrounded their camp, slowly sipping from his cup of moonshine.
"We need to talk about Murphy," Freya stated, crossing her arms and drawing Bellamy's attention. Bellamy sighed.
"The conditions were clear when we banished him Freya, he has to leave," he argued. Freya narrowed her icy blue eyes at him.
"He's staying," she told him, her tone clipped.
"Freya he's-" Bellamy started, clearly irritated. Freya stepped towards him so that she was face to face with him, or face to neck.
"I wasn't asking," Freya snapped before she snatched the metal cup out of his hand, downing the rest it's contents in one swig. She shoved the cup into Bellamy's chest before she turned on her heel, strutting through the crowd with an accomplished smirk on her face.
Freya finally found Murphy around the side of the drop ship, where they had slept the night before he was hung and banished. His knees were pressed to his chest as he stared up at the night sky. Freya approached him, slowly lowering herself onto the ground beside him.
"I thought I might find you here," she teased, nudging him in the side. Murphy forced a weak smile and Freya faked a disappointed sigh. "So I talked to Bellamy..." she trailed off.
Murphy pursed his lips, avoiding her gaze. "I guess I should start packing?"
Freya smiled and nudged him in the side again. "Now, now, do you really think I would let you go that easy?" she teased. Murphy's gaze snapped to hers, taking in the playful spark in her eyes and the smile she was trying to hide. He rose his eyebrows in surprise.
"I can stay?" he asked in disbelief. Freya nodded, laughing lightly, which caused Murphy to laugh breathlessly too. "How did you manage to get him to agree to that?" he asked.
Freya shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm Freya Moore," she explained with a playful smirk.
Murphy laughed loudly and stared at her longingly. He had almost lost her today, and he had never been so scared in his life. He remembered watching her follow her mother around the hospital when he was sick as a kid, and he thought she was beautiful even then. But she was nothing compared to the strong, intelligent, kind, brave, confident woman in front of him.
He tore his eyes away from her, gazing up at the night sky again, the stars twinkling like diamonds against the dark blanket of the sky.
The stars had nothing on Freya Moore.
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Freya Moore is so loved you guys and she deserves it she deserves the world
there is only six chapters left guys! any predictions for what will happen?