Dysfunctional ~ F.Hargreeves

17} Knives To The Chest... And Back

Ugh, I can't move. My back feels like hell. Why do I keep waking up like this!?

Jenna stirred in her bed, ready to sit up, but Five was one step ahead of her and pulled her down to lay on his chest, just like he'd done the previous morning.
"Shhh. You need to go back to sleep, Lovey," He shushed her, "You haven't been resting all that long. You need to relax and go back to bed."
"But I'm antsy," She pouted, "I don't like resting."
"I know you don't, but you just barely survived falling out of a two-story high window, so the ants in your pants can wait. Your back was all glass. I- I thought I lost you," He stroked his hand down the side of her face until he cupped her chin, "It was the most horrifying state I've ever seen you in, and that's saying a lot, Jen."
"I'm sorry you had to see that. I was just trying to help Allison. And Vanya... she lost control again. I was too burnt out from healing Allison- is she okay? Is she alive?"
"She's alive. You, in fact, were the reason why she lived. Without you healing her neck at all, she'd be gone. But she's alive, don't worry. You saved her."

It was hard for either of them to stop worrying. Jenna had witnessed Allison's throat being sliced open right before her eyes while Five had to deal with his wife's life slipping through his fingers like a broken hourglass while he desperately tried to pick each grain of sand back up through the shattered glass. The night prior, after Five had sped home rapidly, Grace tended to Allison's neck first while Five laid Jenna down on her stomach and started to pick out every piece of glass from her skin, just waiting for his mom to save her. Grace worked on Allison's neck as rapidly as she could, only stopping to get blood from Diego since she'd lost so much. He ended up passing out just at the sight of the needle. Once she transfused the blood and bandaged Allison up, she turned her full attention to Jenna.

She gently pulled Five away from Jenna as he cried and held her hand, praying- to whatever fucking being out that could be listening -that she'd be okay. She had a weak pulse, but it was there, refusing to completely give out.
"Like Allison," Grace told Klaus, Luther, and Five, "I'll need someone to give blood."
Five immediately pulled up his sleeve and held it out to Grace. He knew they both had the same blood type and there was no way in hell he was risking one of his siblings fucking everything up. The rest of the process was hard to watch. Sounds of her flesh being torn open even more as all of the glass was fully removed echoed around the room. Five peeked a blurry eye open and saw the outline of her scar that she got while fighting a Demobat on her back, making him smile just a bit that she wasn't fully gone to the glass; that there was still a piece of her that made it out intact. It felt like eternity before Grace was done patching and stitching up Jenna's lacerated skin, but she successfully did so and kept her alive in the process.

"She's all better now, Five," Grace smiled at him.
He gave a weak smile back in return. It was such a relief pulled off of his shoulders to know she was alive. He looked like a hot mess after everything that transpired. His hair was matted to his sweaty forehead, his clothes were rumpled, he was covered in lots of Jenna's blood from head to toe; but all he wanted was to lay with his wife and didn't give a damn about anything else. She was all that mattered. Grace helped him gently bring her to his bedroom to rest with him.

Five spent the rest of his night contently resting with the love of his life until she woke up. He hadn't actually managed to fall asleep himself, but it was nice just laying there, relaxing for once, just playing with Jenna's tangled hair and forgetting the horrors he'd witnessed only a couple hours prior.
"Can you help me downstairs?" Jenna slowly sat up from his hold, wincing slightly.
"Of course," He nodded, "Though I still think that you should be resting instead."
"We both know that's not happening," She chuckled at his ignorance.
She looked down at her stomach once she fully stood up to notice a thick, white bandage snuggly wrapped around her waist, accompanied by the feeling of a large gauze pad taped to her upper back.
Man, my back is fucked up, isn't it?