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Originally Posted by
sarahlooo 
Milton was IN PAIN. The wind and the sand and the rain were KILLING him. And he kept getting smacked in the face with palm leaves! And why was Beezus yelling at him?! "I'M TRYING TO SAVE YOUR LIFE!" he yelled back. JEEZ. But seeing that she was holding onto the tree, Milton let go of her robes and held onto the tree with both hands.
"DO YOU HAVE YOUR WAND?" he yelled at her. Because he had lost his in the hurricane and they NEEDED that dang protego spell or else the sand was going to sandpaper his eyes out and he was NOT okay with that!
Just then, Milton spotted a COCONUT MISSILE headed straight for Beezus' head. "WATCH OUT!" he shouted and flung himself onto Beezus (rather heroically, I might add).
SMACK!!
The coconut smacked into Milton's skull at a million miles per hour and sent him flying backwards an into the hut where Professor Bellaire was with all the younger students. And there he laid. FLOP. Unconscious.
LETGOMILTON! What was he talking about? He? Trying to save her life when it was him who caused why she lost grip on her coconut tree where she could've been safer because Kurumi was there, and now she was in the most ridiculed, catastrophic situation in her entire life!
"MerAhnd!" My wand. *panicked face* Where was her wand? It was on her back pocket! But she couldn't reach for it right now, can't she? Where was his own wand anyway? He was the older student here, and Captain no less!
THEN A COCO WAS COMING HER WAY!
She was really going to die now! It would hit her head, she'd end up in a coma and slowly decay! MEEEEEEEEEEEPPPP!
O___________o
Milton, in a split second had toppled over her..and he was the one....who got hit by the coco cannon.
Due to the impact, Beezus fell rather hard to the sandy ground, her face buried on the sand, limbs immobilized...sort of. But oh, her Captain! HER CAPTAIN SAVED HER! Where was he?! Was he dead? Oh nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.. She won't forgive herself because she even attempted to kick his head!
She sprawled and crawled on the sand, feeling as if she was drowning into the depths of the fine particles with every movement that she made.