Entropic Invigoration

@"Omino"

Milk had woken up about an hour after Murphy, groggy and confused. She was...Mad right? At what? She couldn't remember. Shaking the cobwebs from her head, she listened to the doctors and nodded. She was informed that medicine would be left in her quarters. Milk nodded, having no questions. She felt weak. It was...a familiar feeling. It made her feel cold and disgusting inside. She hated it.

Oh well...At least she was out. She could get back to training. The doctors told her to take it easy for the next few weeks, but she was most likely going to ignore them. The fighter was annoyed, she didn't want to have to ride this stupid wheelchair. She could walk! But noooo. Hospital policy.

Milk blinked rapidly as she was wheeled outside, the nurse wishing her the best of health. Milk stood up, wearing a fresh uniform. She didnt have the bandages around her hands and feet, choosing instead to use them on her actual injuries around her chest.

She was unused to feeling her bare feet touch the ground, the familiar feeling of her training bandages gone. The fighter clenched a fist, frowning at the slight shaking of her hand. She didn't often lose control...It really messed with her bones.

A sigh, followed by the shaking of her head. Milk started moving, intent on returning to her quarters.

@"Omino"

Milk glanced over when she heard a snore, looking away when she saw it was just Murphy. Murphy! The fighter immediately moved over to the sleeping student. She was about to say something when she noticed the cigarettes on his bag, and the one in his lips. Milk frowned. Smoking? Nono. That is bad for your lungs, thus making you weak.

She shoved Murphy's shoulder, crossing her arms. She looked down at his sleeping form, waiting for him to awaken.

@"Omino"

Milk frowned sharply, before she extended a hand to slap the lighter out of Murphys hand. "No." Was all the fighter said, her normal monotone sounding scratchy and dry. She was still a little thirsty.

She shifted her weight slightly, crossing her arms again. She was silent now.

@"Omino"

The fighter caught the bottle with a quick nod of gratitude before she downed the entire thing in one swallow. She handed the bottle back before staring at Murphy.

"Why would I grab something off of you? Why would I not just take the provisions from the shopkeepers. Did you injure your head Murphy." She asked, cocking her head to the side, confused.

@"Omino"

Milk stared at Murphy as he facepalmed. He started rambling after that, further confusing the girl. She cocked her head to the side, as normal, when he finally asked the question. She nodded, closing her eyes. "Ah. That is what you were attempting to ask. Yes you may." She said curtly with her normal monotone.