Chapter Seventeen

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US AGAINST THE WORLD

"homemade surgery"

"homemade surgery"

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"We should have taken him to the hospital." Allison said.

"A kid with a shrapnel wound might raise some questions." Diego said.

"You think?" I asked, setting Five down on his bed.

"Yeah well so does the murder shrine in Harold Jenkins' attic." Allison said.

"That's not our problem right now, Five is." I said sternly.

"He's losing a lot of blood." Diego commented.

"No shit." I said, tying my hair back into a ponytail.

"What are we gonna do?" Allison asked.

"We're gonna get the shrapnel out. Diego go get mom's medical kit and be quick." I said sternly.

"Get me alchol or something too, we have to clean the wound so it doesn't get infected!" I called to Diego who was standing outside Five's room.

I took deep breaths in and let them out in an attempt to calm myself down. Tears threatened to fall and I had to bite my lip to stop it from quivering. I walked over to Five and my shaking hands lifted up his shirt to reveal he had started to bleed through the part of the shirt I wrapped around the room. I looked to the door to see if Diego was back yet but I found he hand't even moved.

"Diego!" I yelled walking over to him.

He didn't respond or even look at me for that matter.

"Diego we don't have a lot of time come on!" I yelled smacking his shoulder.

"Mom?" 

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"You did good Natalia, I'm so proud of you." Mom said with a smile. 

"Thanks mom." I said, wiping the sweat off my forehead. 

I pulled up a chair and sat down next to Five's bed, taking his hand and holding it in mine.

"H-how are you here mom?" I asked, looking over to her.

"Why Sir Reginald Hargreeves created me silly." Mom said with a smile.

"No I mean....never mind." I said, looking back to Five. 

I let out a small sigh and ran my hand through his hair.

"Hey mom?" I asked.

"Yes dear?" Mom asked.

"Did dad know anything about the apocalypse?" I asked, looking over to her.

"Why Mr. Hargreeves kept quite a file on what he predicted to be the end." Mom said.

My eyes widened as I stared at mom.

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