End of the world || Five x reader.

Chapter Twenty Six.

3rd person.

The car came to a stop, leaving the tires screeching against the concrete. They all open their doors as soon as the car was in park. "Come on! Let's go!" Five said, Luther grabbed Allison up, holding her, and five helped Diego get y/n. "I don't think she's breathing!" Luther says in panic, "If we don't get her upstairs, she's gonna die." Klaus shouts. They bring the two up to grace, who immediately goes to hell.

"She's suffered a servers laceration to her larynx. One of you will need to give blood." she says, looking over at the four who stood next to the bed Allison had been lied on. Y/n was on a separate one, the piece of glass that stuck through her body had been taken out and her stomach had been bandaged up. . "I will." they all pitched in, "I'm doing it." Luther says over them, "I'm afraid that's not possible, dear boy. Your blood is more compatible with mine." Pogo says, Luther looks over at him. Grace continued to go through the surgical tools she needed to use, "Hey, don't sweat it. I- i got this, big guy." he says, "I- i love needles." he says as he walks over to grace side, patting his upper arm. "Master Klaus." Pogo calls out, "Your blood is.. how shall i say this? Too polluted." he says, "Move." Diego says, "Yeah go on." Luther walks around him. "I'll do it." he offers. She pulls out the needle then wipes it off, Diego quickly whimpers then faints after seeing the pointy object. "Whoa." "No!" Pogo nods at the sight, "Stick him." he says. She bends down, patting at his skin before sticking the needle into his upper arm.

"What about y/n?" Five asks as he walks up to grace, "She should be fine. She may experience some trauma towards her head range due to the cuts and excessive bleeding. Stomach wise she should be fine as well, the glass was removed and replaced with bandaging. Though, no doubt she will be experiencing pains throughout the next few days or weeks.

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"The bastard that nearly killed our sister's stills out there, with Vanya, we need to go after her." Diego says, "Vanya is not important." Five claims, "Hey, that's your sister. A little heartless even for you, five." "I'm not saying i don't care about her, but if the apocalypse happens today, she dies along with the other seven billion of us." Five replies, looking in Diego's direction. "Harold Jenkins is our first priority." he says with a lower pitch. "I agree. Let's go." Diego says in agreement, "You guys count me out." Klaus says, "I mean, you know, no offense of whatever, it's just.. i kind of feel like this is a whole lot of pressure for newly sober me, so.." he says, raising his hand slightly. "You're coming." Diego demands "No, no, no. I mean, i think we can all agree that my powers... i mean, it's pretty much useless. I'd just be holding you guys back."

"Klaus, get up." Five says demandingly. "You can't make me." Diego takes one of his knives before throwing it at the couch, making Klaus rise up slightly, holding his hands up. He sighs, "Oh, then again, a little exercise couldn't hurt." he says as he makes his way off the couch. "Yeah."

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Grace finished cutting off a slight excess piece of string. Allison's neck was now stitched up, and luckily she survived, as well as y/n. She las lied down in her bed up stairs, band aids placed around the many cuts, her head had been cleaned up and looked at. Wasn't anything bigger than a wound within her head. Although it was a much rather bigger one, she'd be alright. Grace said there was a high chance she would have slight problems with her memory of the previous night, or nights. But aside from that she seemed fine, luckily they got their the time they did, the injuries could've gotten much worse.

"Is she gonna make it?" Luther asks, looking down at Allison. "Yes." grace replies. "But her vocal cords were badly damaged." she looks over at luther, "It's a miracle that, somehow, her carotid artery wasn't severed." she says as she pulls the back off of a bandage she wrapped onto Allison's neck. "Will she be able to talk?" "It's too early to tell." "More importantly, thanks to you and your brothers, she's still with us. Grace and I can take it from here, Master Luther." Pogo says. "Go. Rest." "You're the last person i would trust here." he replies lowly as he keeps his eyes on Allison. "I'm not going anywhere." Pogo looks over at grace, giving her a look, causing her to give Luther one last glance before walking away, pogo following behind.

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y/n's pov.

I slightly open my eyes, i began to flutter them, taking in my surroundings. I glance around in confusion, why was i in my room? What happened? I push myself up, putting myself in a sitting position. My head was pounding, my arms were in slight pain and my stomach, don't even wanna start on it. I look down at them, noticing the band-aids spread across both arms. I sat confused for a minute, trying to regain conciseness. Then it came to me, "Vanya." i mutter. I couldn't regain much memory apart from going to Vanyas, then, hitting a wall? Nothing made sense, it was all scrambled. I squint my eyes, "Fuck, it hurts." i wince. The pain was intolerable, but i'd be fine. "Remember. Remember! It's not that hard." i say to myself, i run my hands through my hair, the blood, where'd it go? I remembered blood running down my face, escaping through my head, did none of it happen? No, no, it definitely did. I remember the glass stuck in my arm, that's probably what the band aids are for.

I squint my eyes again, ringing flew through my ears, covering every other sound. Make it stop, make it stop! I whimper slightly as the sound got louder.. and louder to the point it was all i heard. Suddenly everything stops, besides the sound of broken glass. i was breathing heavily and my eyes were wider than ever. I look to my side, any glass or breakable object in the room was now on the floor in pieces. I sigh as i look down at the scene, where was everyone? Was I alone? I lean back onto the bed, damn. Nobody wanted to stay and wait for my awake? Shows they care. I hear footsteps approaching, catching my attention. It was five, "How are you feeling?" he asks as he walks closer to the bed. "Like shit, thanks for asking though." i say with a grin. "Do you.. remember anything?" he asks, "Only a few things." i sigh. "All i remember is hitting a wall, seeing glass shatter, blood running down my face and..." my eyes widen, "Allison! Where's Allison? Is she alright?" i ask as i panic, "She's fine, y/n. Grace took care of her, just like she did you." he says as he reaches for my hand. "She made it?" i ask with brightness and he nods. "Thank god." i say, leaning back again. "I'm glad you're alright, too." he says and i grin.
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1235 words. such a lazy chapter.