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Chapter 1
Five slowly opened his eyes, the harsh light sending a dull ache between his temples. The world seemed fuzzy around the edges and his eyes refused to focus, throbbing slightly whenever he tried to force them to.
He could faintly feel something warm and wet trickling down his forehead and slowly reached his hand up, wincing as a shock of pain shot through his arm, he gently dabbed his fingers against his forehead and drew them back quickly when they came away with blood.
What had happened? He had a vague memory of two or more voices, one possibly his own, yelling frantically. How did he get in this situation? Had he been with his brothers? Where was he? So many questions were causing his brain to hurt more than his forehead already did.
Shit.
Five panicked, pratically throwing himself into the passenger seat of the car "Klaus, Diego, hurry up before they catch up." He had his hand on his shoulder, restricting a heavy flow of blood.
Diego jumped into the driver's seat and slammed the door, starting the car up and beginning to drive before Klaus even had a chance to close the backseat door. "Five how you holding up?" Diego asked, not taking his eyes off of the road.
"Just shut up and drive faster." Hissed Five in return, bringing his hand away from his shoulder for a few seconds and seeing the blood that decorated his blazer and stained his hand. "Klaus can you see if they are still following us?" He bit through the pain.
Five couldn't be bothered to see whether or not Klaus checked or not, couldn't hear the response if he did. He could vaguely see Diego's lips moving and the panic written all over his face.
But Five had only seen Diego look scared when he was dead.
"-ve can you hear me?" His mind took a second too long to match the voice to Klaus.
"Stay with me Five.. -with me." Was that Diego?
His head hurt, his arm hurt, everything hurt.
Slowly his eyes began to drift closed, he was too tired to keep them open. His mind was telling him, begging him to keep them open because his family needed him. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't pry them open.
Five could hear yelling from both Klaus and Diego before it all went silent and he could no longer feel a thing.
Five's breath hitched as it all came rushing back to him, instantly his left hand flew up to his right shoulder and he winced. He could feel dried blood crusting around the hole in his blazer but also fresh blood still oozing from the bullet wound.
"Diego," He croaked, his throat was so dry "Diego" he tried again, this time managing a bit louder. Yet he received no response.
"Klaus!" Five yelled, finally gaining better control over his own voice "Klaus I swear to god, stop fucking around!" He hated the way his voice cracked at the end out of desperation.
There was a faint groan from behind him, instantly causing him to sag in relief and let go of a breath he hadn't even realised he had been holding "Oh thank God, Klaus are you okay?"
There was a short pause that temporarily made Five think in the back of his mind that he had imagined the groan, but a quiet voice eventually spoke. "Everything hurts and I'm bleeding but other than that I'm okay."
Five nodded to himself "Are you okay to unclip your belt?" Now that the world was coming into focus, he could tell that the car was upside down, part of the idea was from the sensation of light-headedness.
There was a soft click, the sound of a body crumpling to what should be the floor, and a quiet "Ow.." Five would of laughed or made a snarky remark If they were in any other situation. "Are you okay?"
"Just peachy, baby brother." Klaus responded, joined by some scrambling and the sound of glass hitting glass "Should I get your belt- Holy shit.."
Five ignored the remark on his age and instead focussed on Klaus's sudden change in demeanour "What's wrong." Klaus didn't just go from cheerful to serious, Klaus barely ever even did serious.
"Five your.. Oh my god, your leg" Klaus sounded as though he was going to be sick, which wasn't a good thing. The poor bloke had only been drug free for a few days after they averted the apocalypse.
"What about my leg, Klaus get to the point." Five snapped, unwilling to admit that his brother was making him ever more nervous with each second that he didn't tell him what was going on.
There was a long pause as Klaus considered how to tell him what had happened "Five your.. Your bone is sticking out of your leg." He finally finished off with a sound shockingly close to gagging.
Five lifted his head away from the window despite the pain and forced himself to look down at his leg, a bad choice in reality.
His vision began to blur heavily, a high pitch ringing sounded out in his ears and his stomach dropped. He felt like he was going to be sick. Why was he reacting like this? It's not like he hadn't had broken bones before.
"Klaus ge' help..." Five slurred out before promptly passing out and hitting his head again the car window.