[ Murphy comes around, then. He might have played dead a little longer, if Bellamy wasn't hovering so close. It's hopeless to pretend, though, when the slightest contact between them would betray his rising anxiety. And hasn't he tormented Bellamy enough, without drawing out his worry?
The toxin has worked its way out of his system enough for the fear of death to come creeping back, but by now, the danger itself has passed. Murphy's left with a neatly patched wound and the ache that accompanies it in the absence of adrenaline. Without the mortal danger, there's nothing left to shield him from the consequences of his lies, either. Soon, Bellamy will stop worrying about him and start blaming him.
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The toxin has worked its way out of his system enough for the fear of death to come creeping back, but by now, the danger itself has passed. Murphy's left with a neatly patched wound and the ache that accompanies it in the absence of adrenaline. Without the mortal danger, there's nothing left to shield him from the consequences of his lies, either. Soon, Bellamy will stop worrying about him and start blaming him.
He reaches for Bellamy's hand, anyway. ]