Tough SL (A Minho Fanfict)

Murphy's Crack

~Reyna

"What?" I choked on my own spit.

"I said, Murphy needs medical attention." He crossed his arms like a child.

I blankly stared at the creature in front of me. Did he get stung?

"Gally," I said slowly. "you do know that this-"

"His name is Murphy." He interrupted.

"That Murphy, is a ro-"

"Real person too." He pinched my lips shut with his rough calloused fingers.

"No..." I pushed his hand from my face. "Gally, this is a rock." I sighed.

"Yes, MURPHY is a rock, but has feelings too. He's so shaken up from that fall that he refuses to talk to me, and has a pretty nasty cut. You're the med-jack here, fix him." Gally put the rock in my hands.

"Murphy talks, to you?" I looked down at the rock.

"Well duh, he's my best friend. Why wouldn't my best friend talk to me?"

"Because he's a rock." I furrowed my eyebrows.

"GET IT THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL YOU SLINTHEAD. MURPHY IS MY BEST FRIEND WHO IS A REAL PERSON TOO, AND NEEDS MEDICAL ATTENTION. ARE YOU GOING TO DO YOUR JOB, OR ARE YOU JUST GOING TO STAND THERE AND LET MY BUDDY DIE IN YOUR HANDS?!" Gally flared his nostrils.

"Uh... I don't specialize in... Rocks." I cautiously put Murphy back in his hands.

"THEN WHO THE HELL WILL FIX MURPHY, HUH?!"

Gally marched up to the pop up table and flipped it over like the hulk.

"HE'S DYING! MURPHY'S DYING AND NO ONE CARES. WHO WILL SAVE HIM?" He cried.

"I DON'T KNOW! I FIX PEOPLE. WHY DON'T YOU GO TO THE BRICK-REPAIR GUYS OR WHATEVER THEY'RE CALLED. YOUR ALSO A BUILDER, DON'T YOU WORK WITH ROCKS?!"

"I'll just go to the brick people then." Gally's words were softer then a whisper.

This boy needs help. I'm pretty sure Murphy fell out of a tree like a coconut and knocked the sense right out of Gally.

"Oh, well, glad I could help." I calmed down. I picked up my clipboard and reviewed the Glader's who have been in-and out. Gally's footsteps stopped moving.

"By the way, Murphy thinks you're a bitch."

"Tell Murphy to deal with it." I flipped him off, never taking my eyes off the clipboard.
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~Gally

I can't expose Thomas' malicious side to the rest of the keepers, if Murphy is still injured. As I always say, rocks before cocks. I don't know if Murphy can bare the pain of this crack on top of his head any longer, it looks excruciatingly painful.

"Aye Joe!" I called the chief brick-repair guy-rock person-fixer...

"Yeah? Oh, hey captain! What can I do for ya?" He dusted of his apron.

"Uh... I need someone who can... s-seal cracks." I can't let anyone know this is for Murphy, other people like Joe might not view it as important.

"What kind of cracks? Floor boards? Pipes? Walls?"

"Erm... Rocks." I hesitate.

"Oh, like cobblestone?" Joe scratched his scruffy chin.

"YES! NOW CAN YOU HELP MURPH-ME?"