"So she's playing real life problems. It's not like we've never done that."
"Not at eight years old!"
"Oh, shit, Veronica killed Antonio."
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The Umbrella Academy just wanted to rest, not wanting to come across the Sparrows. The strangest part was...
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The next morning Diana felt like she was dying. Well, more so then she already was.
Her stomach was churning, but this time for a different reason. Her head felt light, and her throat was dry. When Five came to get her up, he looked just as bad. He was sweating, and he kept gagging ever few minutes.
"There's some soup in the cupboards." He told her. "I can't make homemade soup, so from the can will have to do for now. I'll—I'll see you later. I might be-might be home early."
Diana grunted to indicate that she had heard him. When he left, she stood up, and stumbled to the bathroom, letting everything out of her stomach. She leaned over the toilet, using toilet paper to wipe her mouth.
She stood back up, and stumbled her way to Five's room. She laid down in his bed, bringing the blankets over her head. Every now and then, she'd let out a whimper from a cramp, and then groan from queasiness.
There was a knock on the door, but Diana couldn't bring herself to see who it was. It was probably just James. That was proved correct when she heard the knocking stop and the door knob beginning to rattle. It clicked open after a few minutes of trying, and then was pulled shut.
"Diana?"
Diana let out another whimper, and James poked his head in. His eyes softened, and he shuffled in, sitting down on the bed beside her. He uncovered her face, and frowned sympathetically at his friends pale face.
"Are you okay?" James questioned.
"Do I look okay?" She snarled, holding her stomach.
"Can I answer honestly?"
Diana squinted at him. "I hate you."
James smiled, and felt her forehead and cheek. She wasn't very hot. She was cold and clammy, actually. Her hair was sticking to her face, and her breathing was shallow, as if she anticipated to throw up. He moved her hair out of her face, and rubbed her cheek.
"Can I get you anything?" James questioned.
Diana shook her head. All she wanted to do was rest. She just wanted to feel like she wasn't dying. Was that too much to ask?
Instead of doing anything, James just sat in bed with Diana, trying to soothe her the best he could. Every so often, she would groan in pain, and James would think of a story to tell to try to ease her through everything.
Not even halfway through Five's work day, he was stumbling into the apartment, his head swimming. He went to Diana's room, and saw that she wasn't there. Instead of panicking, he walked sluggishly to his knowing she was in there. As he reached his room, he stopped short when he saw the curly blond boy sitting there.
"Why are you always in my damn house?" He demanded.
James looked up, and gave Five a slight smile. "Hi Mr Five."
