- Sequel to Time Travel and the Apocalypse; Book 1
- Based off of The Umbrella Academy Season 2
All Holly and Five wanted was a happy ending. They survived the first apocalypse, but their problems aren't over yet.
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I woke up to blood on my side of the bed.
"Shit."
The bandages Holly gave me last night had come off, and there were no more on the night stand. I threw the old bandages away, slipped my freshly cleaned clothes on, and spatial jumped into the living room to find more. As I appeared, I heard Diego groan.
Thank God.
"Oh. You're not dead."
"Disappointed?" Lila asked, crouched over Diego with a box of medical supplies.
"To see you? Always."
"So much hostility in such a tiny package."
I ignored her and grabbed a a few bandages from the box.
"Did you cut yourself shaving? I could teach you to shave like a big boy,"
"No, just ran into an old family friend." I found a chair as I pressed a gauze sponge to my neck with one hand, using the other to dress my bleeding abdomen.
I heard light snoring from the next room over and took a peak. Lo and behold was Elliot, still tied to the chair.
"You didn't untie him?"
"Was I supposed to?"
I didn't answer. Mostly, because I didn't care that much, but I was focusing on trying to bandage myself.
Once finished, I jumped to the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. According to a clock on the wall, it was only 3:00, yet I just got the best sleep I've had in a while.
Suddenly, a shriek came from down the hall. Holly came running, my blood on her clothes.
"There's so much blood!" She cried, waking up Elliot. She cupped my face in her hands. "Oh, Honey, are you okay?" In a flash, her concern turned to anger, completely baffling me. "Why didn't you wake me up, Five Hargreeves? I would've taken care of it-and now you've gotten your clean clothes all bloody again! What is wrong with you?"
"Calm down," I said, which was a mistake.
"Don't tell me to calm down." Her voice was dangerous. "When I wake up in a puddle of blood, I expect it be just a little stain. This was more like a fucking murder scene! Do you have any idea how worried I was? For all I know, you could've bled to death and fallen out of bed!"
