Why Won't They Tell Me?

I'm Tired! Okay?

Twenty cringed at the sound of sadness, made by Twenty-three.

"A-and then Nineteen yelled at him.."

"Oh.. It's gonna be alright Twenty-three.. They'll get over it, I'm sure."

"N-no, the problem is it was my fault. I asked him for help with helping you. That's why he went over there in the first place."

Twenty shook his head, "That technically would be my fault.. If I wasn't feeling down you wouldn't have tried."

"But I made you feel down by taking you to the doctor."

"And I made you take me to the doctor by not going."

"Oh.."

"See? You're not to blame for this. It's me."

"But.."

Twenty held up a hand.

"It's my fault. Not. Yours."

Twenty-three nodded, "How can I make them make up?"

"I'll handle that, you calm down. Deal?"

Twenty-three hugged him, "Deal.. Don't get attacked."

"You never know at this point. My arm isn't getting any better with it happening." He laughed.

"No, seriously. Something was off about Fourteen earlier, he was acting strange."

"I think knowing our behaviors can really help you remember us."

"Stop changing the subject. But.. please be careful."

"I'll try."

Twenty-three held his arm a bit longer, making Twenty panic for a second.

Then he released him, smiling and walking away.

"I've got to get over this. I can't walk around when I'm freaking out over simply holding my arm."

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Twenty walked away in search of Eighteen, yelping when a large pillow was launched in his direction.

"Twelve! You almost hit Twenty!"

"Oops, sorry!"

Twenty ducked again, "What in the name of Numberland is going on in here?!" He yelled over the chaos.

Seven was currently helping Eighteen haul the whole bed mattress at the opposite team, "Easy. War!"

"Cease this at once!"

"Not until I hit my bestie with a pillow!"

Fourteen sputtered from across the room, "Eighteen, dude! That's not a pillow! That's ten times the size!"

"And? C'mon Twenty-four! Help me and Seven pick this up!"

Twenty immediately took cover behind the other bed, next to Thirteen and Twelve.

Thirteen opened his eyes, "Hiding from the storm out there too eh?"

"Yes," Twenty got comfortable in the pillow fort they made behind their little shield, "Where did this barbaric behavior result from?"

"Let me tell you a war story.." Twelve began, "It all started three minutes ago, when King Fourteen was betrayed by his ally, the King of Pillow Fights. I was only an innocent bystander at the time, watching the two fight until they were half-pelted. I couldn't bear the thought of the two murder each other with their fluff-weapons, so I had dealt a non-fatal, but noticeable blow to The King of Pillow Fights, he had vowed revenge and retreated for two seconds, but not before striking me down. I still have the scar."