Let it Rain (The Umbrella Academy)

CHAPTER FOUR: Didn't Wanna Miss the Moment

My heavy eyes opened to see Five sitting on a chair beside me and resting his head and arms on the bed. I combed my fingers through his unkempt hair. He jumped a little to the touch and shifted so that he could see me. Five sat up with prominent bags under his eyes and held my cheek. "Hey, Bon. You gave me quite a scare there," he said then planted a kiss on my forehead.

"Well I'm alrighty now." I halfheartedly giggled.

"You died, you know. One minute and four seconds." He gave a sigh at the remembrance. His eyes were puffy and burning red like he'd been crying.

"I'm sorry. I hate that I put you through this. Suffering together after all... except there's no alcohol this time." I tried to laugh but winced at the sharp pain I got in return.

"I wouldn't have it any other way." He smiled.

I smiled back. "So what's the damage?" I almost didn't want to know just yet. Almost.

"Your gash reaches up from your right hip bone to the middle of your left side rib cage now." He grimaced. "Grace and Pogo stitched you up but it was pretty deep and you were bleeding out faster than we could give it." I abruptly  inhaled when I noticed the IV drip in his arm and his sickly face.

I frowned and cupped his face in my hands and he leaned into my touch. "You didn't—"

"I'd do it a thousand times over."

"Oh my jo... You're precious." I gave a breathy laugh. He just huffed. "What am I gonna do with you?"

"Love me. Cherish me. Adore me."

"Okay, slick." I softly laughed through the pain and gave him a peck on the cheek. I don't think he was expecting this because of how red his face turned. "How long was I out?"

"Fifteen days, three hours, and—" He looked at the clock, "forty-six minutes. Three-hundred and sixty-three hours and forty-six minutes too long." He scoffed.

"You did wake up once a few days ago though for almost three minutes and tried to get up. Tore your stitches and the process started over again. So you are not leaving that bed until you're healed, all right?"

"Okay." I patted the spot beside me for him to lay down. Five looked at me unsure. He was afraid he was going to hurt me even more. "Don't worry. I'm not made of glass." I rolled my eyes.

"Worse. You're made of you." I raised an eyebrow and gave him a small smile. He looked at me warily then carefully crawled onto the bed and gently cradled me in his arms. "Happy?"

"Thrilled," I replied then gave him a kiss on the cheek. With a small dopey grin he moved closer and snuggled his head into the crook of my neck. Five fell asleep almost instantly, finally having some peace in knowing that I was all right. It was the first full night's rest he'd gotten in twenty-one days and it was perfect.

"Number Five, I brought your breakfast. If you don't eat it this time then I will threaten sedation again," Pogo warned. "Miss Eight, or should I say Miss Bonnie, seeing as that's all he's referred to you as this entire time. I'm pretty sure that I've heard that name more in one day than I've heard my own in a week."

I faintly laughed and rolled my eyes. "It's good to see you, Pogo," I spoke in a soft tone.

"Shall I get the others?"

"Not just yet." I gestured at Five who'd been sleeping for over ten hours now.

"Ah, I see. It's about time."

"Leuks like it." I giggled. "So how are they, the others?"

"Some better than others. Number Two and Number Six have not been well over this unfortunate ordeal and Number Four has been stealing from our medicine cabinet again." He grimaced. "Two's broken wrist is healing up nicely so far though." He looked at the sleeping Five and crossed his arms.