Murderer x Reader. (Book two) (SCRAPED)

Chapter Sixty-Seven

Second Person POV:

You looked at the clock feeling dread overwhelm you. Maybe you should have said something to Archer...You heard a knock at the door, bolting up you went to answer it. You stared at the officer, surprised. "Mx. Harrison?" He asked. You felt yourself blush, "N-No no- I'm not-" He put his hand out, interrupting you, "Milo Harrison has...gotten into an accident with his... ex-wife. She is expected to face multiple charges, including aggravated assault. Milo is at Hudson's Hospital at the moment, receiving medical treatment. Would you like me to drive you there?" You stared at the officer in pure disbelief. He sighed nodding, "I understand...I apologize for throwing this onto you so suddenly." You hesitated to say anything, you slowly opened your mouth, feeling nothing come out, before you heard yourself say, "Please...Take me to him..." He nodded pointing back to his vehicle. "Follow me, please." He unlocked his car and you sat in the passenger seat. He got in and started his car. It was a silent drive to the hospital. He pulled into the hospital and looked over at you. "I wish you the best of luck..." You nodded getting out, and going inside.

Milo's POV:

I slowly opened my eyes feeling pain rush to me. "Ugh..." I looked around seeing Archer at my bedside, "...Huh?" He was asleep. I shook him slightly, "Archer?" He groaned, "Wha..?" He gasped bolting up, "You're awake!" I looked at him surprised, "Wha-Archer, you're really here! You're not a ghost...Right?" he groaned, "Of course I'm real, you dumbass. Good fucking god, you're always getting into trouble! I leave you alone and this happens!" I looked at him confused, "What happened? What are we doing here?" "Jammie fucked up all my attempts of communication, but I finally managed to track you down. I came here as soon as I could. I've been trying to get into contact with you for what feels like ages." I felt my eyes widen, remembering Michaela, and what happened in the restaurant, sitting up in pain. "...Milo don't-" I quickly pulled the sheets checking my damages. "STOP-" Archer yelled, but it was too late... I stared at the bandages and felt them, feeling a huge hole in my stomach. "Ah-" I saw Michaela in my memories, stabbing me repeatedly, causing me to scream in fear. Archer put his hands on my shoulders. "Milo, deep breaths, it's going to be okay." "How is this going to be okay!?" I yelled. "You have to calm down-" I looked at him panicking, "Calm down? CALM DOWN?! How am I supposed to 'calm down?!' There's a fucking hole in my stomach!"  "At least you're alive! That's better than being dead-" I pushed him away, his back hitting the wall. "Fuck..." Archer groaned. "Are you fucking kidding me!?" I watched him flinch, "HOW IS THIS ANY BETTER?!" I grabbed my hair grasping it. "I don't know if I should be happy I'm still breathing, or despair at the fact I have to live like-like this!" I felt myself begin to cry. "I can't walk, I can't run...Maybe it'd have been better if I had died in her prime, than living on as a fucking relic!" It was silent for a while, I felt tears flowing down my face. "...I'm very happy you're alive." I heard Archer say out of the blue. "I'm so sorry...It's all my fault. None of this should've happened, I could have prevented all of it if I'd been there in time." He said staring at the floor. "It should've been me. If I could take your place, I would. You didn't deserve any of this...You shouldn't have gone to see her..." He slid down sitting on the floor, holding his head. "That should have been my job...Michaela was my burden alone...You shouldn't have been involved in any of it." "Archer...She was my wife-" "First your kidney and your liver...now your gut is worse and your eye...and one day you'll be-" He stared at the floor, as I stared at him in fear. He got up, "I'm going to fix all of this...We have to get you out of here, to somewhere safe...I'll call someone at the company who can try to get you more help..." "Archer..." "Archer!" "They can restore anything to a previous stare...I know they can fix your gut-" I grabbed his arm. "Archer!" He stopped. "Come here, and look at me. Please." He turned and looked at me. I  held both of his arms. "I'm-I'm not angry at you. I'm just...in shock and grieving." He looked down at me. "I'm sorry..." I sighed, "Jesus...One day you're going to kill yourself from all of the shit you put on your shoulders. None of this is your fault, alright?" I chuckled. "I'm a warrior, Archer. It is my pride and honor. I choose my battles, and I've chosen to take this one." I looked up at him with my one working eye. "You are not responsible for what I choose to do...I will bear the consequences. We've got each other's back, yeah? Just like back then." I smiled. "You couldn't have done anything, and I will not have you torture yourself over this. Okay?" He slowly nodded. "Good. Now, give me a hug." I said wrapping my arms around him and bringing him closer. "I think I deserve a good one after all the shit I've gone through." I looked up at him seeing his eyes water up. He blinked and tears went down his cheek. "...I'm sorry...I know I can't stop you from doing whatever you want, but I-I don't want you to join them. Not yet...But, if you didn't want to...be here, I have no right to-" "No, that- that was stupidity talking. I'm very grateful to be alive." "Michaela did this?" I chuckled smiling, "No, Archer. Not now. We are having a moment. Don't ruin it." He growled, "I'm going to kill her." "If someone as awesome as me couldn't beat her, no way you can. Just shut up and hug me." He groaned, "God, I hate you." I smiled laughing. "Yeah, yeah. I've heard that before."

Second Person POV:

You stood in the doorway of the hospital room looking at Archer and Milo. You smiled slightly looking at them. Those two are always getting into trouble.