Lotus |1| The Umbrella Academy

Eleven

Chapter Eleven:

Once Lotus was patched and cleaned up again, Pogo lead her up multiple flights of stairs to the level full of guest bedrooms. The one he had chosen this time was different than the last, or so she thought. All the guest bedrooms looked exactly alike, with white walls and matching white furniture, even the bedding was completely white. The rooms reminded her of ones of hotels, and their image of being insanely clean. She walked in and stopped at the side of the bed, turning to see Pogo in the doorway. Suddenly she was incredibly aware she had no shirt one once again, her black bra completely visible.

"I should go get my shirt." She said taking a step towards the door, only for Pogo to place a firm hand on the doorknob.

"It will be washed and folded on your bed when you awake."

Lotus pursed her lips, "I can go wash it myself, it's fine."

"You've been a great help with our troubled Mr Five, Miss Lotus." He took a step out of the room, "This is the littlest way to give you my thanks."

She didn't have time to tell him she hadn't really been a great help, and the door clicked shut behind him in an instant. With hesitation Lotus climbed into the soft bed and shivered under the white covers. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was out.

•••

It was noon when she woke up, and the sun was filtering through the thin white curtains hanging over the windows. She sat up, cringing at the echo of pain throughout her shoulder. Who knew a bullet wound would hurt that badly?

Her eyes landed on a square of grey laying folded on the edge of the bed, a bright square of pink on top. She groaned throwing the covers back and nabbed the fabric, it was her shirt from the other night. A pink sticky note was placed on the centre of the folded shirt, messy black ink scrawled across it.

For Number 14

Lotus huffed ripping it off, she crushed it into a ball and tossed it onto the bed. She slipped the shirt on, the smell fresher than anything she had ever worn. The girl went to go for the door when the bright ball of pink caught her eye again, she frowned reaching for it, shoving it in her pocket. Lotus swung the door open and walked out into the hallway, the maze of doors and ways to turn constantly confusing her.

"You're still here?"

"Diego." She smiled at him, "And yes I am, thank you very much."

He gave her a weary look as Luther came stomping down the hall behind him.

"Oh, hey Lotus." He gave her a nod.

She was incredibly surprised that the people in this house remembered her name. "Hi." She replied. "Wait— have you guys seen Five?"

Diego huffed, "We're looking for him."

She frowned, both men staring at her, waiting for her to respond. "Can I help?"

"No." Diego said stalking off down the hallway. Luther sighed from beside her, "He's always like this." He told her, "You never get used to it."

He began walking while she stayed behind, watching them both leave. Luther stopped at the end of the hall and glanced backwards, raising his eyebrows at her. "Aren't you coming?"

Lotus beamed as she nodded, running after him. She trailed behind Luther, trusting that he knew what he was doing. It was nice, she thought as they caught up with Diego, that Luther was open to her helping them. He didn't not seem fazed to see her again, in a place she didn't belong. Instead, he was including her in one of their adventures. Though, she didn't know if it was out of kindness or an itch to annoy his brother. Either way, she was glad to help.