Chamber of Reflection (Mileven one-shots)

Heal

---mileven--- Season 2 ---
Mike is alone in the woods waiting for Eleven since they planned on meeting up there, but then Troy finds him and he has a knife.

Mike's P.O.V

El and I have been planning on meeting right here every day after school so we can go to my house together. But she's taking a lot longer than usual today.

"Hey Wheeler!" I hear from afar.

I turn my head from left to right, but I don't see anyone. Maybe I'm just hearing things.

"Wheeler!" I head again, but this time it's a lot louder and more clear.

I turn my head, and see Troy approaching with his pocket knife open.

"Shit!" I mutter, booking it further into the woods to escape him. He's a lot faster than I am, so I go to the next best solution.

I find a nearby tree, and start climbing.

Finally, about ten feet up, I stop and hug myself to the branch. 

"Come on Wheeler!" Troy taunts from down below. I breathe heavily in fear, shutting my eyes tight.

Suddenly a sharp and abrupt pain strikes at my arm. Troy threw a rock at me. I lift my head and watch as he chucks another, hitting my shoulder dead on.

I whimper in pain, trying to dodge the third one.
It misses just barely going past my head.

I watch as he picks up a large rock, getting it prepped to throw at me. I try to lay flatter on the branch, but I also don't wanna get hit in the head. I pull my arms off, covering my head instead.

The rock makes contact with my side, making me fall sideways off the tree. I scream in terror and pain as I hit the ground.

I gasp hard for air, but I can't. I got the wind knocked out of me. And it's getting dark...

Eleven's P.O.V

I hear Mike scream.

No. He can't be hurt.

"Mike!" I scream as loud as I possibly can, running towards the sound.

I find a boy hovering over another boy beneath a tree. It's Troy and Mike.

I scream at the top of my lungs, catching the boy's attention.

He quickly sprints off in fear.

I rush to Mike's side. His eyes are shut.

Is he breathing? Is he okay?

"Mike?" I whimper.

I grasp his cold hand, and lightly stroke his cheek. There's blood on his head.

"Mike." I cry.

Nothing. Nothing. He's not moving.

"Mike!" I scream with tears pouring down my face as I clench his hand tighter.