ᖴIᐯᗴ ᙭ ᖇᗴᗩᗪᗴᖇ

𝙴𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎

When I get back to Diegos Five is up, he's pacing. When I walk in his eyes flash to me. "Where have you been?"

(Y/n): "I was with Vanya and Alison."

He looks like he's going to say something but decides against it.

Damn right

Luther walks in not long after me, I'm sitting on the chair next to the bed.

Luther: "Last night. When you were drunk, you said something about an apocalypse. Why didn't you tell us about it? We could've banded together to try and stop it."

Five: "You already tried. I found your bodies"

Luther: "We died?"

Five: "Horribly."

Luther: "How do you know we were trying to stop it? "

Five pulls the eye ball out of his pocket, and tossed it to Luther "Found that clutched in your hand. Must've ripped it out of who ever causes it."

Luther: "There's a serial number on the back, we could go to-"

Five: "I already tried. Dead end."

Luther: "Well there has to be something we can do."

Diego walks in with breakfast. "I could kiss you." I say, getting up.

Diego holds his hand up. "You can eat after I check out your wounds."

I sigh, he lifts up my shirt enough to see the one on my side. Then the 2 on my leg. "You have a lot of untreated burns, and cuts. What did they do to you?"

I lay on the bed "I'm too tired to fix them." Five gets up, and grabs the medkit. He lifts my shirt and starts cleaning.

Diego: "Now spill it. Otherwise you don't get doughnuts."

I wince as five undoes the stitching on my side. "Let's see, burning me with a lighter a few hundred times, waterboarding, plenty of stabbing, lots of slapping and punching. Choking with a wire, and I think Hazel farted in front of me at one point. Basically counts as mustered gas." Five finishes with my side, and moves to my leg.

Diego: "Who are these people?"

I scream a little as five starts cleaning the burns. "Fucking hell. Um they're our former employer. Not too happy we left."

Diego goes to walk out: "I'll see to it that they pay."

(Y/n): "Not a smart idea, they've killed people way more dangerous than you."

Before I can finish my sentence he's gone.

Luther: "Former employer? What is she talking about Five?"

I try to get up, but Five pushes me back down. "The Handler. She works for the commission. They're in charge of keeping the time line intacts" he wipes one of the burns on my leg. I scream. Five looks down at me "You done?" I should kick him in the face. "Are you?" I spit at him.