She's My Crystal (Milo x reader)

Chapter Eight

(Y/N)'S POV:

Broken wrist, fractured skull, twisted ankle, and Milo can't keep his head straight because of a gorgeous foreign girl. I sighed, more so to myself. What does she have that I don't? Maybe he's just into older women... she seems old..she probably is, considering there weren't supposed to be humans down here. They were trapped.. feels like some kind of Frozen 2 type of bull crap.

"Where did uh...that woman and Milo go?"

"Oh they went to talk to the King. After I patch you up, we'll go there and meet up with the others." Sweet answered, wrapping my ankle.

I winced at the pain. "...so he's not alone with her."

"Nope, well not yet at least. Feels like it's bound to happen some time tonight. Heard ole Rouke about assigning him to get closer to her."

"Oh yeah..? ..." I stayed quiet as I watched Sweet fix up my wrist and ankle. "..what.." I held my forehead in pain. "..what will be my assignment..?" I watched him stand up and looked at my literal bleeding skull.

"Oh man...." Sweet exclaimed to himself. "You really banged up your head. Hold on, let me go grab more supplies, and to answer your question, you're not doing any assignment until you are better little lady." Sweet quickly left, running to the emergency supply truck.

I sighed in defeat and grumbled, waiting for him to return.

Mole, being nosy as usual, sat right by me, examining the dirt underneath me. "You might bleed out, dat tis a bad cut on your forehead. It goes across your skull....you will have bad ass scar if you live!"

Another drop fell into the dirt.

I softly laughed at his last comment. "Well...we took a big dive into the pits of rocky nightmares, whatcha expect? That we walk outta there like main character Milo.." I threw my hand outwards as I talked. "...and be all fine and dandy?" I grabbed my head, feeling dizzy. "Woo..my vision.."

"You used a lOt of air for dat sentence. Dats why you aRe dizzy. Hmmm....someting (for his accent) is not right." His weird glasses stretched out and stared right into my soul. My eyes were huge, a bit scared of what he might do. I'm already hurt, what more do I need??

"You are hurt....from dat pretty Atlantian girl. Jealous?"

"Pfft...I-I'm not jealous!"

"Yes you are! And it's not your fault that you're jealous because the girl swept him away like it was nothin."

I tried to get up and walk to the edge. "Alright that's..." but I only stumbled and fell at the edge, due to my blood loss and OW PAIN in my ankle. I made sure I didn't fall on my wrist. I didn't want it to be worse. "..that's enough Mole." I sat on the edge, letting my feet hang off the side. I stared down at the lava below. I sighed, defeated by what Mole said.

I grabbed a nearby rock and tossed it in front of me, nowhere towards the waterfall. I bit my lip, holding back tears. YOU IDIOT OWWWWW YOU USED THE WRONG FUCKING HAND ASKLDNEMFJSKAKAAAHHHH!!!! Play it cool, damn it, and I swear if you mess up again, imma be the reason why you sleep with one eye open!! ...... damn I'm really hard on myself..okay bREATHE and play it cool... "There weren't even supposed to be people down here...it was supposed to be a damn ghost town." I let out a lot of air, then breathing in slowly.

Mole hesitated at first, but sat next to me. "I gets it. I really do."

I stared at him, not really knowing what to say or do. He's treated me like crap through this entire trip, and now that I'm butt hurt, he wants to open up to me.

"I wasn't...around people. Not even may parents. Dey didn't really want anyting to do wit me anyways....I was very interested in sewers back den." I cringed at the the 'sewer' part, no wonder he smells....odd.

He continued. "And dat is why I tried to make more friends by working odd jobs that no one wanted to have. I was a digger for almost 20 years! And I loved finding new dirt ooooh!!"

Mole turned towards me, smiling. "Just surround yourself with what you love, and soon that lovey dovey feeling will disappear."

I was about to softly smile back until I got stood up on my feet. "Mole, are ya trying to make her fall to her death?? Get her away from the edge!" Sweet exclaimed, basically carrying me like a sack of potatoes.

"No!! We were talking! Ya know- normalizing me-self!" Mole defended himself, standing up quickly.

"We'll talk to her AFTER I'm done with my patient. She still has blood dripping from her forehead!" Sweet grabbed my face and rubbed numbing medicine on my forehead. Immediately I couldn't feel my wound. Quite honestly, I couldn't feel anything. I closed my eyes, exhausted.

"Yeeeaaahh..." Sweet rubbed it in a bit more. "Bet that feels better. Might put some on your wrist too. Looks really red."

"Dat is because she-"

"Shut...your yap...Mole.."

Mole gasped like he was offended, but Sweet laughed. "You heard the woman."

My arms started to feel achy and it was tiring to keep my body up right. I slumped against Mole. He REALLY needs a bath! Ugh!

Mole gasped. "She IS dying! Hurry your butt!"

"She's not dying! She's reacting to the medicine, I might've put too much on her head. She probably smelled it and is now getting really tired." Sweet growled under his breath, messing with something next to him.

"You're using dat?" Mole's voice sounded scared. Probably about a needle.

"Yes Mole, I have to. I have to stitch her up or she will die."

After that, everything went dark..

The last thing I heard was Mole gasping again.