"Changes"
The Hargeeves' family car pulled to a sudden stop outside the Academy. Luther and Diego jumped out of the car so that they could both carry Allison. Klaus and Five climbed out the front seats, the former helping Eleanor climb out after him.
"Come on! Let's go!" Five called to his siblings, hurry up the front steps to the front door.
"I don't think she's breathing." Luther observed.
Eleanor's breath hitched in her throat at those words. She couldn't lose her sister, she cared about her too much.
"If we don't get her upstairs, she's gonna die." Klaus told them, wrapping an arm around Eleanor's shoulder and letting her lean on him as she walked. Her vision was still blurry but she was at least staying conscious.
"Don't say that." She mumbled, tears beginning to spill from her eyes for the second time that evening.
****
After managing to get their sister inside the house and upstairs to their mother's make shift hospital room, they all crowded round anxiously as they waited for Grace to do something. While they waited, Klaus sat Eleanor down on a chair and between himself and Diego, their youngest sister's face was able to be stitched up. Her broken bones, however, would have to wait until after Grace had saved Allison- which Eleanor was fine with. Her older sister was the family's biggest priority.
"She's suffered a severe laceration to her larynx." Grace told the siblings. "One of you will need to give blood."
"I will." They all immediately chorused.
"I'm doing it." Luther insisted.
"I'm afraid that's not possible, dear boy." Pogo told him. "Your blood is more compatible with mine."
"Hey, don't sweat it." Klaus spoke up. "I- I got this, big guy." He moved round the operating table towards Grace and patted his arm. "I- I love needles."
"Master Klaus. Your blood is... How shall I say this? Too polluted."
"Mine isn't." Eleanor spoke up, shakily pushing herself up from her chair. "Use mine."
"Miss Eleanor, you've lost more than enough blood yourself. We don't want you losing more." Pogo informed her.
"Oh." Eleanor frowned. She wobbled slightly as she lost her balance, nearly falling into Five who helped her steady herself before sitting her back down in the chair.
"Move." Diego said, shoving Luther backwards so he could walk past. "I'll do it." He said, moving round the table to stand next to Grace. She held up the needle and almost instantly Diego fainted.
Eleanor couldn't help but laugh. She never knew that her older brother was that afraid of needles.
"Stick him." Pogo simply told Grace.
****
After being bandaged up by her mother, Eleanor found herself lying on a couch in the living room as she watched her brother Diego pace the floor by the coffee table.
"The bastard that nearly killed two of our sisters is still out there, with Vanya. We need to go after her."
"Vanya is not important." Five said, limping around to the other side of the table.
YOU ARE READING
Different // an Umbrella Academy fan fic
Fanfiction[ON HOLD] Being normal is overrated. Eleanor is the youngest of the Hargreeves children. That is until her missing brother comes back as a thirteen year old on the day of their father's funeral with news of the world ending. They have eight days to...
