#『𝐯: 𝐳 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧』

[heelachilleshowl]

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— Favourite dialogue you've written for your muse.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the tin shack this morning," Murphy murmurs under his breath.

"Hey pal! I get swinging that at him but I am precious cargo alright, The Murphy, you know, humanity's last chance at survival?"

"He's not even an actual doctor! Since when did watching ER make someone more qualified than me to do this?" He asks, raising his arms up in question.

"Oh you know, just the kind that call you their deity and think killing you will end the apocalypse." Murphy drawls, turning to give Doc an unamused look.

"Well it's good to see you again too, I'm so glad you made it back safe, I got attacked by cultists and got your battery but I'm fine thanks for asking!" He ranted dramatically, crossing his arms and glancing back at Doc who shook his head gently.

"Take off your shirt," Murphy instructs, rolling his eyes as they shoot him an incredulous look, "don't look at me like that, you obviously need some patching up and I happen to be the only one around who can do that, so," He trails off and rolls his wrist to motion for them to undress.