Dysfunctional ~ F.Hargreeves

8} Drunk As A Skunk

Oh, my fucking god. Why does everything hurt? My head, stomach, EVERYTHING! I think I need medicine. Or a doctor. Or Five. Shit... where's Five?

Jenna slowly sat up in her neatly tucked in sheets with a loud groan falling from her lips. She looked around with squinted eyes and could tell it was Five's bedroom. She lifted up her shirt and winced as she touched one of the bandages wrapped around her abdomen. Luckily, neither of the wounds reopened her old junkyard slice. That wouldn't have ended well for her.
Who helped me?

Right as she was about to get up, Luther and Pogo walked in the room.
"Miss Jenna, it's nice to see you're up," Pogo smiled at her, "How are you feeling?"
"Like shit, but alive nonetheless" She winced, "What are you two doing in here?"
"Looking for something," Luther replied absentmindedly while he started to dig through Five's dresser and desk drawers.
"I told you, Master Luther," Pogo tried to reason with Luther, "Number Five hasn't lived in this room since he was a boy."
"Yeah, I know, but we need to warn him," Luther brushed him off, "He doesn't even know we were attacked. He doesn't know they're looking for him, he doesn't even know-"

"What are you doing here?" Diego leaned on the doorframe, "How you feeling?" He nodded his head over at Jenna.
"Like shit," She gave him the same answer she gave the other two, "Who patched me up?"
"I did," He smirked with a bit of pride, "Hope it's up to your standards."
"Thank you, Diego," Her face softened, "Seriously."
"No problem. I didn't want to run the risk of Five killing me. Plus, you did help save my life, it was the least I could do. Now, back to you, Space Boy."
"Uh..." Luther didn't know how to word an explanation and just changed the subject, "Do you know about Mom?"
"Well, it looks like you got what you wanted, one way or another, right?" Diego fired back at Luther.
"Wanna tell me what you're doing here?"
"Looking for Five and checking in on Jenna here."
"Oh, and let me guess, you're gonna save the day."
"It's what I do. Asshole."
"Really? Last I checked, you mopped floors."

"And what do you do? Sit on the moon for four years, waiting for orders?"
"Boys," Pogo finally intervened, "This won't help us find Five."
"Keep on being a loyal soldier after everything our father did to you," Diego shook his head, ignoring Pogo completely.
"What? You mean save my life?" Luther scoffed in disbelief.
"No, I mean... turn you into a monster."
Luther finally snapped. He launched his fist right through Five's wardrobe and smashed through it with ease. It also happened to be right next to Diego's head.
"Can't hide it anymore, champ," Diego patted him on the shoulder.
"He had a difficult decision to make, and he made it."
"Grow up, Luther. We're not thirteen anymore."
"That's what leaders do, by the way."
"He sent you on that mission all alone. Almost got you killed."
"Yeah, well at least he was there. Where were you? You and everyone else in this family? You walked out."
"Are they always like this?" Jenna whispered to Pogo.
"Unfortunately," Pogo sighed, sadly.

"And thank Christ that I did, or I would have ended up just like you," Diego jabbed a finger into Luther's chest, "Let me ask you a question. When you watch one of those nature shows..."
"Diego, please," Pogo pleaded with him to stop.
"Does it turn you on?" Diego finished.
"So what?" Luther was livid, "Is he just an animal to you, too now, Diego, huh?"
"Don't," Diego warned through gritted teeth.
"Enough!" Jenna yelled, "I'm tired of your crap, both of you. We were attacked and the only reason you two had a prayer at surviving was because of me. My husband is god knows where and all you two can think to do is fight? Family shouldn't be like this. I mean, I fought with mine, too, but never this much."
"She is right," Pogo nodded at Jenna, "Now please, take this nonsense elsewhere. Jenna almost died and Grace wasn't as lucky. We don't need this right now."
"Yes Pogo," Diego gulped.
"Sorry Pogo," Luther lowered his lead.
They both walked out with their heads hung low and their tails tucked between their legs in shame.