Bound by Duty | Five Hargreeves

9. Ribs made of glass

Diego lets out a scream as Lila presses a boiling hot iron to his wound. I purse my lips, wincing slightly from my spot on the couch arm beside him.

"Shh!" Lila snaps as Diego begins to squirm around, "Don't move! This thing is very finicky!" Diego looks around, his eyes wide and full of confusion.

I raise an eyebrow, wanting to laugh at how stupid he looked. "What happened?" He mutters, looking around, swallowing thickly once he catches sight of me.

"Lila saved your stupid life." I nod, winking and getting up, heading over to the kitchen to grab myself a, much needed, cup of warm coffee.

Diego frowns, looking down at Lila as I walk away from the scene. "Were you following me?" He grumbles, still looking severely disoriented. I'm surprised he's even alive to be quite frank, when Lila returned with the man, he looked very much dead.

"Uh," Lila looks up at him, frowning. "Hey, how about a little gratitude, knife boy." She snaps, causing me to chuckle softly from the kitchen. "If it wasn't for me, you'd be dead." She raises an eyebrow, "That's twice now, by the way."

Diego's head snaps up, suddenly realising his outfit, or lack there of. "Where are my clothes?" He asks, suddenly sounding panicked. "The hell happened to my clothes?"

"I said, don't move!" She snaps, glaring as Diego tries to sit up. She presses the hot iron into his wound more, causing him to groan and lie back down. "There. That's better."

I let out a small laugh, shaking my head just as Five appears in the room. He sighs, pausing in front of Diego and Lila. "Oh. He isn't dead."

"Disappointed?" Lila smirks, leaning back in her seat slightly. Five only hums, shrugging as he puts his hands in his pockets.

"Oh, to see you?" The boy nods, "Always." I let out a small laugh, shaking my head at the twos antics. I did find it rather amusing to watch my sister and the boy I— am being 'friendly' with argue. It's incredibly entertaining.

Lila tilts her head, "So much hostility in such a tiny package." She hums, pursing her lips and looking over to me. "How do you put up with him?"

I sigh, putting my cup down and moving over to stand beside Five. "I barely do." I whisper, before reaching to move his collar slightly, having a look at his scratch, grabbing a cloth and gently pressing it against the wound. "And don't worry Diego, your missing clothes were not the most humorous part of getting you here." I purr, causing the man to widen his eyes once more, realising what I meant.

Lila chuckles, before noticing me nursing Five's neck. "Did you cut yourself shaving? I could teach you to shave like a big boy." She smirks, causing me to grin and hum as I focus on cleaning up his injury.

"No," He sighs, trying to push me away, only to give up when I slap his hand, returning to cleaning his cuts. "I just ran into an old family friend." The boy huffs, looking away in defeat. The sound of soft snoring catches Five's attention, the boy looking over at Elliott as I move to put the cloth in the bin. "You didn't untie him?"

Lila looks up, frowning slightly. "Was I suppose to?" She asks, tilting her head and smirking slightly. Five narrows his eyes, picking up on her sarcasm almost immediately.

I sigh, "Enough." I mumble, walking back over and looking at his injury. "You needed stitches. You're not afraid of needles, are you?" She asks, "Because that big baby fucking was. Hence the iron." I take his hand, leading him to my bedroom.

Once inside, I close the door, gesturing to my bed. Five looks around, situating himself on my bed with a grunt. My room was fairly ordinary I'd say; plain white walls, grey sheets, a few posters here and there, a vanity with some make up on it, a picture of me and Elliott on my birthday last year on my bedside table and a white wardrobe.