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Once Five was able to catch his breath he was finally able to blink them out of the Gimbel Borthers store before anyone could find them.
Arriving back now to the Academy, the two of them entered the doors with monotone expressions, both of them having not spoken a word since the shoot out.
Neither of them knew how to process the feelings they were developing towards the other, it worrying them in case the other doesn't feel the same way, causing them to push down the feeling and hide it away inside.
Besides, Five hadn't taken his hands off of the hunk of plastic he held in his arms, it was surprising to Angelica that he'd stuffed her into a duffel bag at all.
Climbing up the stairs, Angelica was excited at just being able to lie down and get a proper sleep, still exhausted from the little bit of sleep she'd gotten last night, if you could count that as sleep.
"Five? Angelica?", Allison's voice snapped in when she saw the two coming up the stairs, having been talking with Luther. "What the hell happened to you guys?"
Both her and Luther took in their appearances, a bit of blood and sweat on the both of them, it looking like they'd been rastling.
"Are you okay? Can we help?", Luther eagerly cut in, wanting to be helpful, needing to be helpful.
Angelica glanced over to Five, looking up from her feet for the first time since they'd left the store, looking to see wether they were going to tell his siblings or not.
Going to take the duffel bag off his hands, Luther reached out but his wrist was grabbed by Five mid air, stopping him from touching anything.
"There's nothing you can do", Five enunciated slowly to them, his gaze on Luther's gloves as he then drifted off. "There's nothing any of you can do."
After that he pushed past his two siblings, Angelica following as she frowned looking to Five as his mind seemed to be elsewhere.
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Sleep.
That's all Angelica wanted, needed.
Yet here she was sitting on Fives bed, only her bra covering her top half while the sun started to come out as Five stitched up her arm, the bullet having skimmed her deeply.
Angelica sat looking at Five, hoping to take her mind off the needle that he was sewing her up with, the lack of proper pain meds making the pain unbearable.
Wincing as he dug the needle in again and again, Angelica clenched her hands in the sheets of his bed, her knuckles gone white as she tried to deviate the pain.
As she sat, she wondered to her why she'd let Five stitch her up, having spent the whole night convincing him she was fine as she fully planned to let the wound just scab over and forget it was there.
