Milo Murphy's Law of Love

Hit By A What?

Be warned, this one has a little bit of trauma ensued. There is self-blame, hurt, broken ribs, and blood.

After getting cleaned up, lunch went pretty smooth. The rest of the day was filled with small calamities, such as when Milo dropped a pencil, which hit a thumbtack, which spun to Amanda, who went to pick it up and hit her head. She reeled back and her chair tipped, her hands flying above her head and knocking over the trash can, which slid back and hit the chemical table, which tipped and exploded, which set off the fire alarms. When the school was evacuated, Zack walked over to you and said, "Eh, kind of a light day, to be honest."

After school, you rode the bus home. Your stop just so happened to be Milo's stop as well. Zack and Melissa walked home in one direction while you and Milo walked the other. You both agreed you wanted to go nab some pistachios, so you both told your parents, then started the walk to the pistachio stand. You had been casually chatting when you came to a cross walk. Milo looked both ways, then pressed the walk button.

However, the walk signal didn't show up. Milo pressed the button a few more times, but to no avail. "Hmm. Looks broken." Milo said. He glanced both ways, then stepped out into the road. You followed behind, stopping to glance back at the button. When you turned back, something large and shiny caught your eye.

"Milo! Look out!" You screamed, running towards the thirteen year old who stood frozen in front of the large truck. You shoved him harshly, pushing him clear out of the way. You looked back to the truck for a split moment, only to be hit. Milo stared in horror as your body made a sick thunk as it came in contact with the halting truck, then flew across the cross walk. You coughed, a slight spray of blood spurting out. It was a sick wet noise, like someone sloshing through mud. Milo felt his stomach twist as he ran towards you.

He dropped to his knees next to you as he lifted your head up gently, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. "No, no, no, no..." Milo muttered as he turned your face. You grunted as your eyes squeezed shut in pain. Blood trickled down your face. Your nose was bleeding, both nostrils flaring as they blew bloody bubbles and tried to breath without choking on the blood. Your head was split open, right above your right eye, a trickle of blood sliding down your eyebrow, across your cheek, and onto your jaw where it was dripping into your (H/l), (H/c) hair.  "(Y/n)? (Y/n), open your eyes... Look at me... Please..." Milo cried, tears flooding his eyes and flowing down his cheeks where they pattered against your cheek and stained your shirt.

"M-Mi-i... Lo..." You gasped, the words gurgled out. It sounded awful, painful, but Milo immediately looked at you, you having grabbed his full attention. "It-t... Hurts..." You moaned out, your body tensing beneath the young boys arms. Milo moved his arm lower to support your back, but heard a sick cracking noise that made him stop dead in his tracks. You cried out in agony, your back arching slightly. Milo's eyes widened. Broken ribs. It sounded like 3 or 4, but he only felt the top of your rib cage, not the bottom. There could be at least 5 to 8 more, at the least. His heart dropped. Milo knew the intense pain of broken ribs, and how they were the worst bones to break.

"Oh my God, is everyone okay? Did I hit anybody?" The owner of the truck cried out frantically, practically leaping from the drivers seat and onto the pavement. Milo felt a burning anger stur inside him. As the driver approached, Milo felt his rage intensify. He whipped around to glare harshly at the driver. The driver stared in horror at the young woman Milo held in his arms. The driver took a step back as his hand came up to clamp over his gaping mouth.

"No! Everyone is not okay! Her! You hit her!" Milo shrieked, gripping your body tighter, pulling you closer to him. You groaned in pain, the movement jostling your bruised and bleeding body, your ribs cracking loudly as they tried to resist the movement. You shakily reached a hand up to touch Milo's face, pulling his attention back to you. "It's... N-not-t... H-his... Faul-lt..." You muttered before slipping into unconsciousness. Milo felt his blood run cold. It hadn't been the drivers fault. Not at all.

It had been his. Milo was to blame for your current condition. It was all Milo's fault.

Sorry it's so short, but I just wanted to post one last chapter. Cliff hanger! I guess... What's gunna happen next!?! Guess you'll just have to wait till this weekend... Byeeeeee!

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