Guinevere was the eighth child adopted by Sir Reginald Hargreeves into the Umbrella Academy. Like the rest of her siblings, she grew up in the house, training, fighting, and harnessing her powers. But when tragedy strikes the household twice, it bro...
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Gwen was perched between the toppled armchair and Allison, she was laid flat on her stomach, as the wound on her forehead, and her arm kept leaking blood onto the floor. At the moment, it was like a horror movie, and felt like they were both going to die on that very floor. Suddenly, the door was kicked open, and Luther came rushing in, seeing the scene at hand, he was horrified.
"Allison! Gwen! No!" He yells in worry as he rushes inside as did Diego, hearing Gwen's name. Luther rushes and picks up Allison by the head, her eyes open. Diego came running to the side, and pushed the armchair to the wall, as he crouches and turns Gwen from her stomach to her back. She was paler than normal, her forehead and her left side of her face was covered in her own blood.
"Gwen!" Diego spoke worried, as she shook Gwen slightly, to see if she would respond, but she didn't, she laid still - unresponsive. Luther was crying his eyes out because of Allison, and Diego held tears in his own eyes for Gwen. Klaus was in pure shock as well as Five. "Wake up, Gwen!" Diego carried on, but she was still unresponsive, but he checks her pulse, and she barely had one. Diego saw Gwen's hand stained red with blood, and looked like it was fresh, he lifted her up more and pulled the soaked trench coat off of her, to reveal a deep cut on her forearm, it went around from the back of her right bicep to the front. Luckily, it wasn't too deep, but deep enough to loose a bit of blood. The boys didn't mess around, and picked their sister's up, and began to carry them to the car in a hurry, as they needed to get back to the house, so Mom could help them.
Time was short...
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Five drove like a mad-man, as he had a right too, his sister's lives were in danger. The tires of the car screeched to a stop outside of the house, as Five didn't park straight, but they all jump out.
"Come on! Let's go!" Five spoke as Klaus rushed around the other side and helped Luther carry Allison, as Diego came out of the car with Gwen in his arms, bridal style as she was light to carry.
"I don't think she's breathing," Luther announces as Allison breathes were short and shallow.
"If we don't get her upstairs, she's gonna die," Klaus spoke, worried. Diego was behind them in a rush like his brothers, as they all shot inside, and upstairs, going to the medical room that was in the house.
Five gathered Mom and Pogo, and they arrived at the medical room, as there was two metal tables, as Allison was placed on the left one, and there was a gap between them as Mom stood there, and Gwen was on the right one. Mom began to examine Allison as she was hurt badly.
"She's suffered a severe laceration to her larynx. One of you will need to give blood," Mom announces, her eyes flickering between the boys.
"I will," All of them spoke at once, willing to give blood. But Mom wasn't finished as she to look at Gwen. Mom could see the cut on her forehead, and the large cut on her right arm.
