Murderer x Reader. (Book two) (SCRAPED)

Chapter Eighty

Ms. Angela’s POV:

I felt my smile fade, “No more questions.” I said opening the laptop. I looked around for Archer’s tracker, which was off. I sighed looking at Milo, “Call Archer please, Angel?” He nodded pulling out a work phone. He turned away from us to talk to Archer. “Are you…not supposed to talk about things like that in the workplace?” Lacey asked. I smiled looking at her, “I’m sorry, Laces. I don’t feel comfortable answering that question.” I said opening her file and looking through her history. I didn’t see anything, she seemed normal. I looked through the section on the people she’s talked to in the organization, including Archer, Archer’s spouse.  I looked at Archer’s files, “Are you afraid I’ll tell him about your crush?” Lacey teased me. I shook my head, “We aren’t allowed to have ‘crushes’.” I said trying to stop her from asking me more. “Are you sure? They didn’t tell me that…” I somehow got onto Milo’s file, I hadn’t touched it since Michelle told me not to go near him…For the sake of their marriage…Seven years ago...
I looked around at the description and the pictures, I looked at the description saying why Milo was recently injured, feeling my stomach sink. Lacey looked over at my laptop, her eyes wide, “What’s that tab?” She said pointing to the picture of Milo with his scars on his stomach. I shut my laptop, “Don’t…ask so many questions…” I requested walking over to Milo. He smiled turning to me, “Archer said he’s on his way,” He paused looking at my expression, “Is...Something wrong, Ms. Angela?” I held his hands looking up at him, “Milo…Did we need to get you a prosthetic spine because of, Michelle?” I asked feeling, a cold sweat go down my back. He frowned looking at me, “I thought…I don’t know…” He ran his hand through his hair, “Maybe she changed…Maybe she got better and wanted…” I looked at him, “Wanted you back?” I asked. He sighed, “Ms. Angela I was in denial…I thought maybe she would want me again…” I nodded slowly, "Of course, you felt like that…" We stared at each other in silence. Archer tapped the van once, indicating he was outside. Milo slowly tapped back twice, and Archer got into the van. “I’m getting too old for us to park two blocks ahead.” He groaned. He looked at all of us in silence, “What the hell happened when I was gone?” He asked. “Nothing, Raven. You did wonderful tonight.” I said with a smile. I walked to the front seat and sat down, starting the van. I heard mumbling behind me, but I didn’t pay attention to it. I focused on driving and getting back to the base.

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Archer's POV:

Everyone on the mission from yesterday got sick as fuck. Everyone but Ms. Angela. I guess she's used to the cold, but the rest of us aren't, and since Milo is weaker than normal, he is definitely sick. I wasn't as sick, so I could walk around. I was sitting on the couch, Milo in the guest bedroom. Y/N was still asleep. Thankfully, I hadn't gotten them sick. I heard the doorbell ring, making Duke go nuts. I groaned and walked over to the door, opening it. I saw Ms. Angela at the door. I had a tired look, but I was a bit surprised to see Ms. Angela here on her day off. "Oh Ms. Angela, what are you doing here? I thought you'd be gone somewhere else. Like the beach or a restaurant." My voice was like a desert, it sounded like I was sicker than I thought. The young lady cleared her throat "Well, I just thought I'd stop by for a visit, mostly to talk  with Milo but it won't hurt to spend some time with everybody else…" I sighed a bit "I suppose you may come in, but including myself, everyone on the mission from yesterday has come down with something and we hope it isn't contagious…Lacey as well but, she doesn't live here..." "You're all sick? How is that possible? I'd expect one-third of us but not everybody." Ms. Angela  raised an eyebrow "Archer…if you're sick shouldn't you be in bed too?" "No." I shook my head. "Somebody needs to keep everybody well fed and living. Even if I'm sick I can't let them be sick with me. Plus I prefer to be in a chair with a TV instead of being cooped up in a large, hot, sweaty bed. Plus it'll be good for me." I shrugged.

Ms. Angela's POV:

I nodded, it seemed off for Archer to care so much, but I can level with him, beds do get sweaty when you've got the flu. Nobody wants to be bedridden, now how fun is it being cooped up inside unable to accomplish anything? "Milo is in the guest room, I'll let him know he has a visitor." Archer sighed, no emotion was in his voice. Archer guided me to Milo's room and knocked on the door. "Yes… come on in, the door isn't locked." The voice inside the room was hoarse, dry like a desert. Much like Archers, minus the accent and deep voice, it sounded younger and had a Boston accent. Inside was a bedridden man in a green t-shirt with grey-colored Pajama pants, face buried into his pillow. His face looked tired and bored, but his expression changed to wide eyes and a thousand-yard smile when he saw me. "Ms. Angela!"  He leaped out of bed, ran to me, and gave me a big hug. "What are you doing here? I thought today was your day- woah! Almost lost my balance there!" He said weakened. He held on to me for support and slowly hoisted himself up and walked to his bed, then sat down."Careful Milo, you don't want to start throwing up with all of your roughhousing do you?" Archer rolled his eyes at him."It's fine." I  held Milo's hand trying not to give the man a reason to at least be a bit concerned. "You go on and check on Lacey. I'll stay in here 'till I'm ready to leave or you kick me out." Archer sighed and closed the door to give us some privacy. I turned towards Milo "So…?" I asked "How are you feeling? Archer  said everybody was sick, including him." Milo snickered "Tired as bloody hell. My neck and sides hurt a lot, I'm super thirsty, my legs don't wish to work and give out sometimes, and I think I might be getting a rash." Milo definitely showed signs that he was scratching like a madman, there were patches of red all over his legs, and empty water bottles littered the floor further proving he may be dehydrated or at least incredibly thirsty. Plus the bags under his eyes definitely show. I chuckled a bit, even when he's sick, Milo still manages to be optimistic and make the best out of everything. Then out of the blue, he looked a bit green and bolted it toward the bathroom. I could have sworn I heard Archer shout "MILO GET BACK TO BED!" Not even a minute later he walked back paler than usual as Archer was escorting him, he seemed annoyed while Archer gave him the same look a father would give his child when they did something wrong. "Milo, what did I tell you about roughhousing?" The older man frowned, Milo pouted and crossed his arms "Well excuse me for being sick and needing to vomit." "You had a bucket!" Archer argued. "Archer. No. I'm not a baby I can-" Milo argued back. "Milo you're sick!" Milo started, "So are you!" Archer shook his head, "What if you fell down and hurt yourself?" "Oh, you suddenly care? What happened to the whole 'Milo, you're so annoying, why are you such a nuisance?'" Archer sighed and crossed his arms, he was clearly done with this conversation, he said nothing more but pointed to the bed and said "Go to bed. Now." The younger man grunted and sat down next to me as Archer shut the door and left again. "Are you alright?" I asked. Milo jolted his head up "Yeah, I'm fine, I just can't keep anything down,  anything except a Tuna Sandwich Hot Head made for me… really I can only eat anything with fish. It's odd, who gets sick like this?" Milo chuckled, again.
"Well, I'd best leave you to rest" I sighed as Milo lid down again "You need it." "So I can be more handsome than I already am?" Milo asked, making me giggle, "Sure, Milo, sure." I turned to leave, feeling Milo grab my hand. "Ms.Angela…Why did you…show up today?" He asked, confused. I smiled slightly, "I wanted to speak about yesterday…But that can wait until you get well rested." I gave Milo a kiss on the cheek before I turned off the lights and left. Feeling embarrassed that I even did that. How could I? Well, I obviously did but. I did.. and it felt good to do. I shook my head retreating to my car. How could I?