SOCIOPATH | Five Hargreeves

VII •~-~• "Mom Poisoned Dad"

S1E3 - EXTRA ORDINARY

ANGEL AWOKE THREE hours later with an awful headache. She peeled her eyes open with a groan. She glanced around the room slowly, realizing she was in the medical room at the house. She winced as she pushed herself up and peered down at herself. Her clothes were bloody and permanently stained a deep red. Grunting, she lifted her shirt, revealing a large patch of gauze wrapped around her torso. She sighed and pulled her shirt down, reaching her arm down to scratch her leg. She felt something weird on top of her skin. She looked down to see stitches underneath tightly wrapped gauze where she had lacerated herself. She rolled up her sleeve, only to see gauze there as well. All she could feel was an embarrassment sinking deep into her chest.

As if it wasn't enough to be embarrassed about getting shot, she just had to get caught with this. Who knows who saw it? She figured Five might've, knowing her luck. She winced as she struggled to lift herself off the bed, and groaned when she swung her legs over the side. She placed her feet on the floor and stood, wobbling slightly when she became dizzy again. She blinked a couple of times, pushing the dots away. Slowly she hobbled herself out of medical, down the hallway, down a flight of stairs, and to her room.

She limped over to her closet and swung open the door expecting nothing from it. There were six uniforms, the seventh she had on, which she now had to toss out. She huffed as she pulled one of the uniforms off a hanger and grunted when it fell to the floor. She blew blasphemy and attempted to bend to pick it up. A sharp pain shot threw her back and send her doubling over. If only she could, then she could yell for someone to help her. She kicked her shoe off and tossed it near the bed. She pried her sock-covered toes apart before pinching the uniform and kicking it on the bed with a wince.

She hobbled to it, and, slowly, with one hand working and the other glued to her side, peeled her bloody skirt off. Then, she tried to lift her shirt above her head, but let out a cry of pain when her muscles cramped. She groaned and tried to take her shirt off again but to no avail. She was now in her black underwear, black bra, and gauze, with her shirt stuck on her head. God, if anyone other than Vanya, Allison, or Grace walked in, she would just die. But as if on cue, Vanya appeared in the doorway with a gobsmacked looked.

"Hey," she rushed into Angel's room, "Hey, are you okay? What the hell happened?"

Angel grumbled and relaxed her arm, giving up on trying to change her clothes.

"Let me help," Vanya crouched next to Angel, glancing at the gauze around her thighs before retrieving her fresh skirt and slipping it under her feet.

Angel stood and silently thanked Vanya as she pulled it to her waist. Vanya paused before slowly removing Angel's jacket, gaping at the gauze there, too.

"What happened, did you get attacked by a knife?" Vanya joke -- little did she know.

Angel sighed and started her shirt buttons, allowing Vanya to take over when she saw her struggling. Vanya glanced at Angel's sad expression with a small smile, quickly deciding to make small talk before it got too awkward.

"You know, you didn't have to apologize the other day," Vanya chuckled as she worked the last button. "For, you know, not including me."

Vanya reached for the white button-up and slowly helped Angel slip her arm into it, careful to maneuver around the gauze wrapped around her stomach and wrists.

"Actually, I feel like I should be the one apologizing to you," Vanya frowned at her sentence and Angel noticed.

Vanya slipped Angel's other arm into her sleeve and started to button the shirt for her.