- 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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She's too good to me, I thought, lifting my head from its resting place on the toilet lid to see a sleeping Holly beside me. Her arm was propped on the rim of the bathtub to keep her head up.
I took a sip of water from the glass beside me. It did not settle well.
Jesus. What's wrong with me?
I stood, but a striking pain jolted my stomach, sending me back on my knees. It took me a moment, but I composed myself and shuffled out of the bathroom to grab something to eat. The pain struck me again, forcing me to sit down at the kitchen table. I lifted my shirt and saw that my shrapnel wound from last week had become infected.
Just great. Why didn't I notice this before? I wonder how long I have to live, jeez.
I lurched to my feet and took the gallon of water from the refrigerator, feeling worse than before. I chugged 1/4 of it, then stumbled back into the bathroom, gasping and groaning.
"Five?" Holly yawned, cracking open her eyes. "Honey, what's wrong?"
"N-nothing, I'm fine." I coughed. I lowered my head on the rim of the toilet, exhausted and weak.
She knew I was lying. She rubbed my back, gave me a kiss, then rose to her feet to search through the medicine cabinet.
"What are you doing?" I groaned.
"Looking for some baby powder....and here....it....is." She handed me a tin of powder, which I poured down my shirt and forehead.
"Want me to start on breakfast?"
I shrugged. "If you want to,"
"I want to. You need something in your stomach."
You mean shrapnel doesn't count? I knew that if I said that, Holly would kill me for sure.
She kissed my cheek and parted to the kitchen. I joined her a few minutes later with the baby powder, which apparently woke Luther up.
I grabbed the gallon to continue my chugging as Holly made toast.
"Five?" Luther entering from the living room. "Are you okay?"
