A Good Man
Murphy Pendleton X Fem | Reader
Summary: (Y/n) gets severely injured by a monster and Murphy helps her with her wounds and to recover.
(A/N): I just wrote this! I'm quite proud of it. And you all need to see this. I said that I'd write for Silent Hill, right?
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It's the monsters like the Minions that intimidated her the most. It reminded (Y/n) of the time she had a violent ex-con as a neighbour, who threatened her multiple times. When she called the police on him, he went back to prison, this time without parole.
Not to mention that these monsters are admittedly much stronger than she is. If she doesn't have a weapon she is pretty much screwed.
There was a group of monsters that attacked her and Murphy, Screamers and a Minion nearly surrounding the two. Murphy was fighting back the Screamers, leaving (Y/n) to fend against the deformed prisoner. She was able to land a few good hits on the monster with a metal pipe. But then the weapon-turned-tool gets knocked out of her hands by the Minion and she instinctively backs away, raising her hands to not get hit. Just as she feared, the Minion launches at her to attack her. (Y/n) yelps upon feeling a painful impact on her arms, being knocked back, falling to the ground, and getting the air knocked out of her. "(Y/n)!" She can hear Murphy call with concern, switching his focus to the Minion and swinging The fire axe he is holding tightly in the monster's direction. (Y/n) scrambles to get back up, looking around hastily for her weapon.
As Murphy is too occupied with the Minion. One Screamer got back up ready to attack again, screeching and flailing its arms at (Y/n) to hurt her.
(Y/n) screams in pain as the needle-like claws of the screamer puncture her skin in several places. Too injured to keep going, (Y/n) drops to the ground with a thud. Murphy finally beats the Minion down, whipping around to see what happened to (Y/n).
"No! (Y/N)!!" Murphy doesn't think twice but charges at the monster and swings his axe in its face. In a blind rage, he slams the blade down into the creature's flesh several times, dead blood splatters freely as he makes sure it's as good as dead. "Stay away from her!" He growls once the monster has finally stopped moving, dropping the axe and rushing to (Y/n)'s side and kneeling to her. Worry is evident in his features.
"Oh god... (Y/n)." His hands shake with adrenaline, reaching over to grab her arm and guide it over his shoulder, struggling to pick her up but eventually getting her up to drag her to a slightly safer place, inside of an abandoned house.
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Murphy grunts as he pulls his companion into the rather dark house after kicking the front door open, planning to place her down at the next best spot he can find, and that's the old sofa in the middle of the room.
"There you go..." he gingerly places her down on the rough cushions, lifting her legs up to get her to rest. Her head rested on an abandoned pillow.
He is lucky that he's got a First Aid kit on him, he would dare think about what he'd do if he hadn't...
"It's gonna be fine... It'll be fine.," Murphy mutters, not sure if she can even hear him. He might as well be talking to himself again just to fill in the deafening silence.
However, he is quick to pull up (Y/n)'s shirt to inspect the bleeding gash that looked painful, didn't look too bad, he's not very sure what to make of it, he is not a doctor by any stretch.
It looks like she might need stitches, but there's not a needle or threat in the kit, he'll have to do with what he has.
Dressing the biggest wound first, Murphy then moves on to the slightly smaller one on (Y/n)'s arm... That one looks not as bad as the one on her stomach. Wrapping it up neatly as well. Furthermore, Murphy doesn't see any other injuries that require his attention, other than faint bruises and minor scratches that would heal on their own. She should be fine... right?
Murphy looks up to inspect (Y/n)'s face, unconscious, but hopefully not for long. Moving the hair away from her face, it almost looks like she's asleep.
He could feel that her skin was quite cold to the touch. Prompting him to move away from her looking for something that he could burn in a small fire, perhaps he could warm up too and not get sick after walking through the rain this whole time, together with (Y/n).
It was easy for Murphy to start a small fire, he had a lighter and there were enough dry sticks and luckily this house had a fireplace. The fire reminds him of those times he went camping with his son... He misses Charlie so much...
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Everything aches once (Y/n) wakes up, she can hardly move. At least what she is lying on is comfortable, on a dusty sofa. Moving hurts her arms and legs, but she still tries. Squirming against the cushions with a groan, attempting to sit up.
"Don't strain yourself." Comes a tired voice, followed by a crackle of a campfire. "Murphy?" Her voice was weak and hoarse, but he could hear it nonetheless. He stands up from the chair he was sitting in by the fireplace, reaching (Y/n) and looking over her injuries just to check. "You okay?" He asks, he already half expects her answer. "I feel terrible..." She replies, squirming to get more comfortable. Murphy hums in acknowledgement, he is satisfied that none of the injuries look worse than they did before upon inspecting them. "Did you do this?" (Y/n) asks quietly, gesturing to the bandages wrapped around her wounds for them to heal. Murphy remains quiet, nodding rather sheepishly in confirmation. "Couldn't just let you bleed out there, could I?" He states, moving back to sit down by the fires, mindlessly poking the burning fuel into the flames. (Y/n) can feel the warmth from the soul heat source, it helps to clear her trembling skin. "How could I repay you?" (Y/n) questions, Murphy shrugs in response, "Don't let it happen again... Scared the shit out of me." He confesses, his gaze remaining on the fireplace. (Y/n)'s head moves back to stare at the rotting ceiling of the abandoned house, paint peeling off, cobwebs put in their place instead.
Then she turns to glance at the ex-con again, he remains seated in the chair by the fireplace to keep an eye on the heat source, his features melancholy. She can do nothing but wonder what he is thinking about. Even as a prison Janitor, she never knew which inmate was in for what. Not that she could care about it in any way, but sometimes she can't help but wonder what the most quiet and reserved prisoner did to get where he is now. And she never asked Murphy what he did. From the way he acted, she assumed it was a touchy subject.
But he saved her life regardless, and he wants very little in return. And that attitude proves one thing to (Y/n).
"You're a good man, Murph," she says with sincerity in her voice. Murphy stops messing with the little fire and freezes up for a moment. He doesn't believe her statement to be true at all. He has done really bad things. And then this prison Janitor has the nerve to call him 'good'.
Murphy chortles, "I highly doubt that..." he says, gazing into the small flames.
His comment makes (Y/n) let out a painful laugh, clutching her injured side. "You just saved my life, Murphy! And you just met me. Surely that must mean something." She states, her head leaning to the side looking at the dishevelled man, his back towards her as he pokes the small fire he made with a stick. He doesn't meet her eye. "You like me," she claims, almost in a teasing tone of voice that causes him to chuckle, looking over his shoulder to meet her eye, "Yeah... Keep telling yourself that." He teases back, making her laugh even harder. Her laughter is short-lived as she groans in pain. "Really though. You're a good man if you're willing to save a life. So, thank you for that." (Y/n)'s tone turns serious, and Murphy's expression softens a little. He is not sure how to take the clear compliment, so he turns his eyes to the fire once again, making his face feel warmer than it should, "Yeah... No problem..." He replies after a second of silence that quickly returns.
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There are too few stories with this man, he deserves more. So I made this!
Enjoy it.
Thanks for reading.
- Smilex