@ofhazmats || the sass masters
āIāve had just about enough of you, Mr. Murphy,ā Kane had snapped at him, voice dangerously quiet. Heād shoved that stupid, judge-y finger in Johnās face, wagging it angrily.Ā āWork detail, the rest of this week. Anything needs cleaning, youāre the one whoās taking care of - Donāt you even dare protest, or youāll have it for the rest of the month.āĀ
Murphy backed into the door that lead to medical to push it open, both hands too full to do it. Abby had asked him (rather politely, heād noted) to clean up before another rush started. Theyād just cleared the last patient an hour ago, but with a patrol coming back at sundown, sheād likely have her hands full all night. She needed a sterile work space to operate properly.Ā
The door fell shut as he set the water bucket down, sighing as he dunked the mop into it. Heād shaken the excess off and began running it over the floor when he became aware of the familiar feeling of eyes on him. He turned, unsure of how heād missed these people upon coming in.Ā
āCan I help you?ā He asked irritatedly.Ā








