The bond fades, and Bellamy lets out a slow breath. Something is very, very wrong, and he can't imagine a way of dealing with this that doesn't make it worse. His hand comes up, smoothing slowly up and down Murphy's spine, trying to comfort him as much as possible. This might not be the way he'll do it in six years time up on the ring, but they've decided that doesn't matter, so he goes with his gut.

"You're okay," he says, voice quiet and a little rough. "We'll figure it out, Murphy, whatever this is."