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Chapter 3

Milo looked so peaceful that Smith went to turn his own head to the sky when his face was met with a thick rain. It was so sudden and came out of nowhere. He could've sworn the sky was clear a second ago. Although, the pouring rain disagreed with him, and he didn't have much time to think about it before he was distracted.

Milo, who had been peacefully sitting on the roof of a house was slipping backwards, about to fall off the two story building. For the second time that day, Smith acted upon his gut instinct, this time with much more confidence. He ran forward, and everything moved into slow motion as he extended his arms to try and catch Milo.

The next thing he knew he woke up in a warm house covered in towels with several fans blowing, and a splitting headache. He was in what seemed to be Milo's house, indicated by last thing he remembered. He sat up, wincing in pain, clearly having overestimated his strength in his attempt to save Milo.

He looked around to get a better sense of his surroundings only to get more confused than he already was. There was a wide assortment of artwork everywhere. Anything from abstract to realism, using every color imaginable. There were paintings, sketches, chalk drawings on the walls,  everywhere Smith looked there was something, anything.

"Oh good!" Smith heard a voice, but saw nobody around him. He started to think maybe he was being delusional until a face popped down from what was apparently a loft above him. Milo's head hung upside down, smiling at Smith. "I was just about to dig out my wheelbarrow and try to take you to Ms. Amy, but you're awake now so you can stay here unless you think anything's broken."

Smith didn't know what to say, he didn't feel any broken bones, but he was definitely sore, and his arms hurt. Going to Ms. Amy, the local nurse, probably wouldn't do much to help him, though. "I'll just stay here for now, no need to bother Ms. Amy," Smith said while rubbing his palm against his head.

"Okie dokie," Milo spurted as his head suddenly quit it's dangling and disappeared with one quick movement. Milo walked down what sounded like stair, then around a corner into Smith's view. Thankfully, on the same house level this time.

Smith was surprised to see Milo still drenched, clearly he hadn't had the time to change into something more comfortable. "Do you remember what happened?" Milo asked as he came to sit on the thing Smith was laying on. He hadn't been awake long enough to even notice his makeshift bed of two tables with a couple blankets underneath him, which were all wet by now, but the fans had dried him off to some degree.

"I went to go save you, you were falling." Smith remembered everything, and it was clear he just passed out from shock. Thinking about it did give him a bit of a headache though and again he rubbed his forehead. "I think I just need some water," Smith lied, just wanting some alone time to think about his situation.

"Okay. Feel free to get up and look around or whatever, I don't want you to feel like you have to sit there if it's uncomfortable. I'll be back." And with that, Milo disappeared.

Smith closed his eyes and took a breath. He'd gotten himself into a whole bunch of trouble. He didn't even want to think about the consequences he'd have to deal with at home. On top of all that he'd gotten himself injured. Although, Milo seemed to be in good shape, so he must've lightened his fall a bit. Milo was being so nice to Smith; the bed, the fans, the water, everything. The poor boy went to go get Smith water, and still hadn't changed out of his soaked clothes. Smith made a mental note to tell him to go do that next time he came back.

His head started pounding a bit more, and Smith was wondering if maybe he should go see Ms. Amy. He moved his legs to the edge of the makeshift bed to get up, but when he pushed up he felt himself immediately collapse. "Hey Mil-" and with that he passed out again.