𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞

[ 5 ] 𝐒𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬

*Eights POV*

We arrived at the doctors office to ask about the eye.

"Like I said to your son earlier, any information about the prosthetics we build is strictly confidential. Without the client's consent, I simply can't help you." The doctor tells us.

"Well we can't get consent if you don't give us a name." Five says leaning against a chair while I'm standing next to him and Klaus is sitting in front of the doctors desk.

"Well, that's not my problem. Sorry. Now, there's really nothing I can do, so-"

"What about my consent?" Klaus interrupts.

"Excuse me?" The doctor questions.

"Who gave you permission to lay your hands.... on my son?" Klaus says pointing towards Five.

"What?" Five, the doctor, and I say.

"I didn't touch your son." The doctor conforms.

"Then why does he have this swollen lip then?" Klaus questions.

"He doesn't have a swollen-" the doctor gets cut off but Klaus slapping Five in the face making his lip swollen and bloody.

I run up to him and turn his head towards me. "Oh, my God. Are you okay?" I ask while wiping the blood off his lip with my finger.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He reassures.

"And how dare you... break his girlfriends precious flower crown that she made ever so dearly." Klaus says.

He takes the crown off my head and throws it on the floor and starts to stomp on it breaking it.

"Klaus! What the hell?!" I yell grabbing it from him then slapping him on the back of head.

"I want. Name, please. Now." Klaus says to the doctor.

"You're crazy." The doctor says.

"You have no idea." Klaus spots a snow glob on the desk. " 'Peace on Earth' That's so sweet." He slams the snow glob into his head and Five pulls me behind just in case the glass goes everywhere.

"God, that hurt." Klaus exclaims.

"I'm calling secur-" the doctor says grabbing the phone but Klaus snatches it.

"There's been an assault... in Mr.Bigs office and we need security now, Schnell!" He yells into the phone then drops it on the table.

"Now, here's what gonna happen, Grant." Klaus says.

"It's Lance." The doctor says.

"I'm about 60 seconds, two security guards are gonna burst through that door, and they're gonna see a whole lot of blood, and they're gonna wonder "what the hell happened" and we're gonna tell them that you... beat the shit out of us. You're gonna do great in prison, Grant. Trust me, I've been there. Little piece of chicken like you. Oh, my god, you're gonna get passed around like a.." Klaus then starts to sway his hips around and I start to giggle.

"You're just.. your gonna do great." He finishes.

"Jesus, you're a sick bastard." The doctor says.