Number Eight

Number Five

The next morning, I wake up in the infirmary hooked up to an IV. Pogo stands next to my bed and carefully pushes me back down when I try to get up.

"What happened?" I ask, my voice sounding strained. "Which part would you like to know first?"

"Uhh," I think for a moment, "who found me?"

"That would be Master Diego, he heard you screaming in the woods and then found you passed out."

"Did it happen again?" I ask in a whisper. Pogo's lack of response gives me an answer. "Okay," I continue, "what about the bullet wound?"

"That was cleared up by the time you come in." 

I gape at him, "I healed myself?"

Pogo nods, "you should be proud of being able to control it that way, your father would be."

"No, he wouldn't," I murmur, "he'd tell me it's step one and that I accomplished nothing."

When I feel steadier, I go to stand again. "Is it okay if I go have a shower?"

"Of course."

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I'm walking down the hall when I notice the footprints of blood on the floor, the ones that lead from Klaus's room to the bathroom.

"Hey," I say knocking on his door, "you okay?"

When he turns around, I notice he looks different. "Yeah," he replies, "just a tough night, that's all."

"I'm sorry, Klaus," I say. "I'm sorry I didn't get there sooner." He holds up a hand stopping me, "it's not your fault, Ivy," a small chuckle, " typical Hargreeves day, isn't it?"

He stands up and starts scratching his back and that's when it hits me. The way he disappeared so quick, the blood on the floor. I don't have time to ask him about it before Five walks in.

When he sees me a look of concern crosses his features, "Eight."

I hold up my hand, "I'm fine, everything's fine."

Five shoots' daggers, "we're having a serious talk later."

I can't help but roll my eyes. Thankfully, he turns his gaze to Klaus, "are you okay?"

Klaus turns to him as though only just acknowledging his presence, "hey. Yeah, I just... rough night."

Five takes a step forward, "more than one by the looks of it."

"Yeah."

"I don't remember the dog tags."

"Five," I hiss, "back the fuck off."

"Yeah," Klaus replies, "they belonged to a friend."

"How about that new tattoo?"

"Five, I swear to god if you don't-"

"You know, I don't totally remember getting it," Klaus sighs. "Like I said, it was a long night."

Five smirks, "you did it, didn't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Five."

"You know I know the symptoms, Klaus," a pause. "The jet lag. Full body itch. Headache that feels like someone shoved a box of cotton up into your nose and through your brain."

Klaus sighs knowing he's been called out. 

"You going to tell us about it?"

"Your pals, when they broke into the house and couldn't find you, they took me hostage instead," a pause, "and then when Ivy showed up to save me, she got hurt. She seems to do that a lot when it comes to you, I've noticed."