I Am Not A Spirit!!! (Date A Live Fanfic)

Chapter 7: Patched Up Later That Night

A/N: Mostly characterization.

      Murphy was sitting on her side of Junko's room, tending to her wounds. She had managed to muster enough energy to transport herself back to the Suzuki household. The Suzuki family did not have a spare bedroom for her so they just sectioned a part of Junko's room. In any other scenario Murphy would think herself to be quite the creep but in this case it did not matter. She never slept in this room at all given her strange habits of sleepwalking.

      "What an absolutely pointless fight that was." Murphy thought as her wounds continued to leak what she assumed was her blood. "Well that proves that I am not a human."

      The viscous liquid slowly seeped through the medial tape that Murphy had wrapped around herself. To prevent the substance from leaking onto the floor of the bedroom she quickly grabbed all the medical supplies that she needed and walked into the bathroom to redress her injuries. If she was not bleeding black right now she probably would try going to a hospital but that was an impossibility now.

      After she finished Murphy decided to lay in the tub for a while just staring at the ceiling trying to make the pain dissipate. She did not even hear the front door open when Junko got back from school. Murphy was too absorbed in her own thoughts to care. She thought about the blue haired girl, and what she tried to do to her. Murphy knew her actions were justified. The girl had attacked first, but she wondered if there was a better way to have resolved the issue. The pain that was shooting through her body intermittently made her wish that her day had been uneventful.

      The door to the bathroom swung open. Murphy saw a concerned looking Junko standing in the doorway. "Murphy-sama, are you ok?" Junko ran to her side looking at her injuries with worry.

      "A couple of blasts from those guns can't do me in. Who do you think I am?" Murphy responded in a semi joking manner.

      Junko gave a half hearted smile. "Murphy-sama, I don't think it is time for jokes."

      "I am not going to die so stop worrying."

      Junko seemed to compose herself before she said, "So where is the suit? I have never seen you out of it before."

      "I didn't want to get blood on it so I hung it up." Murphy said while still laying in the tub.

      Junko chuckled, "Well that was a good idea Murphy-sama because your shirt is starting to get stained."

      Murphy looked down at her shirt and sure enough the discoloration had begun. She sighed to herself. She now had to redress her injuries again. How many times did she have to do this? It was just such a chore as well as very painful.

      "Junko please step out, I have to take care of this." Murph said while gesturing at the black blood.

      However, Junko had already left before she had finished speaking. Murphy tried to sit up but the pain became too severe for her, and she dropped back into the bathtub. A sharp pain emanated from her upper back as if there was a sharp object stabbing into her through her skin. Maybe she could stay like this for a while. That is when Junko walked back into the bathroom with a bottle of disinfectant, more medical wraps and bandages. She placed them on the counter and then walked over to Murphy's side.

       "Thanks, for getting that for me." Murphy said, while trying to get up, but before she could fall back into the tub Junko grabbed her hand.

       It took a lot of effort on Murphy's part to not wince in pain but eventually Junko got Murphy up and slowly set her down on the bathroom stool that was resting against the wall. Before Murphy could thank Junko for the help, Junko reached down and grabbed the bottom of her shirt and started lifting it.