Z p.o.v
We sprinted home parking right out side the house, not wasting a second. I ran out the car and unlocked the door, helping them get inside.
"I don't think she's breathing" Luther said as he and Klaus helped carry Allison inside.
"Luther shut up!" I yelled, not wanting to speak it into existence.
"If we don't get her downstairs, she gonna die," Klaus said also in a panic.
"Shut up!" Both Five and I yell at them as we run downstairs calling for mom.
Once we made it to the medical room, mom walked in ready to take over. She was on the table with Klaus holding her neck for pressure. Mom walked over to him and took over for him as she scanned Allison.
"She's suffered a severe laceration to her larynx. One of you will need to give her blood," Mom said looking at us.
"I will" We all answered at the same time, causing us to look at each other.
"Im doing it," Luther brushed us off as he began to take off his jacket.
"Im afraid that not possible, dear boy. Your blood is more compatible with mine," Pogo interrupted Luther reminding him of his morph.
"Don't sweat it big guy, I love needles," Klaus immediately volunteered giving mom his arm and slapping his veins ready to take on the needle like the true drugie he is or was should I say.
"Mr.Klaus, your blood is...how should I say this? Too polluted." Pogo also denied Klaus.
"Its cool ill do it," Diego said quickly as he made his way towards mom.
"Z can you take over?" Mom asked me and I took over and placed my hand over the cloth. Allison had her eyes closed and I could feel her becoming more and more cold by the minute. Diego stood patiantly for Mom to bring out the needle only for him to drop to the ground.
"Whoa" Klaus moaned as he looked over at passed out Diego.
"Pussy," I rolled my eyes, motioning Five to take over. He did so, letting me walk towards my mom and rolling up my sleeve.
"Okay, one, two, three," She counted before sticking me with the needle that was attached to a empty IV bag. Luther brought me a chair so I can take a seat so I won't pass out. Suddenly the atmosphere in the room changed to a more relaxed one. Mom began to work on Allison and stick her up while I filled up the bag to give to her. Everyone in the room left expect for Mom, Five, and me.
"Hey you okay?" Five asked noticing I was deep in thought thinking about our next 48 hours.
"Yeah, I'm okay," I answered not really wanting to talk about it, just kinda want to get it over with.
"Tell me," I begged, now pulling up a chair next to me to listen. Mom just wrote down a couple of notes on her medical chart before leaving us alone and to wait for me to finish my second blood bag.
"I just want to get these next 48 hours over with. Im tired of running around since we were 15" I said honestly confessing to him my thoughts. "All this time trying to get back home, now not even sure if we're gonna see next week"
"Look, theres only two ways this can go, we all work together and survive, or they run away and you and me fight this together, even then, its always going to be you and me Zero. Since the beginning, it was always going to be you and me who get out of here...or should I say it was always you," He clarified, confessing me now. Where is this coming from? Why is he saying these things now.
