A/N: So I know I probably shouldn't be working on another story since I still have to work on LJGW, but this has been in my mind for a while. The names may get a bit confusing at first and you may have a lot of questions, but just leave a review or PM and I'll be happy to explain :). I don't know when the next chapter will be up but I hope you enjoy this!

Also, see if you can guess how the guys in this AU got their names or who is who ;)

Disclaimer: Sadly, no.

Forty-Three's P.O.V

When they threw my brother into our room, I immediately knew something was wrong. The first thing sign was that he wasn't getting up from the cold cement ground. Whenever they took Thirty-Two, he would always try to get back up and walk it off, just like I do. We don't want Sixty-One or Sixty-Three to worry or freak out. Pride might also be a part of it, or at least, it is for me. So when I don't see him trying to sit up and walk over to us, I know something is really wrong.

It's barely a second before I realize the second thing wrong with Thirty-Two. He's crying; not softly crying, but sobbing. I have only seen him cry a couple times since he doesn't like crying in front of anyone. Sometimes, I will wake up while the others are asleep to find him in the corner. In the dark, I will be able to make out a couple tears that have escaped his eyes and are falling down his cheeks. When I find him, I sometimes go to him and try to comfort him as much as I can. Other times, I will let him cry in the corner. After all, he always feels bad after I find him crying and we all do it. All four of us have out bad days and sometimes we just need a good cry. This time, though, the only effort he puts into hiding his tears are burying his face into the ground. His sobs and yelling fills the room though, putting us all in shock.

"Keep him back," I tell Sixty-One. I can already tell that whatever happened today wasn't good.

My brother nods before wrapping his arms tightly around Sixty-Three. Both of their faces are pale and their eyes are wide. Part of me wants to tell them "it'll be alright," but I don't want to lie to them.

I quickly kneel besides Thirty-Two, feeling him jump and flinch when my hand meets his shoulder. "What happened?" I ask him, having to raise my voice over his. "Tell me what's wrong."

His sobs become quieter and I can tell he's doing everything he can to calm down. Moving so I'm blocking Sixty-One's and Sixty-Three's view of him, I start to help him sit up. He grips my arms tightly as he lifts and moves his body to sit in front of me. I first notice the large bump on his neck. It looks like one of the needle injections that cover all of our bodies. The only problem is this one is red and has gotten super big. You could almost pretend there was a small ball underneath it or it was a bad bug bite. However, it was nothing compared to what his face was like.

A gasp escapes my mouth when I find my brother's face wrapped in bandages. The bandages were most likely white before they put it on, but now, they are soaked in red. Mixed in with the salty tears are small droplets of blood. I swallow at the sight and no longer blame him for freaking out.

"You didn't let them see, did you?" he asks quietly, his voice shaking as he talks.

I shake my head before saying "no," realizing he can't see me. Before letting my two younger brothers look at Thirty-Two. With gentle fingers, I wipe away the blood and tears on his cheeks before turning to Sixty-One, wiping my fingers on my leg. "You have any more bandages lying around?"

He bites his lip, thinking, before running over to the corner of the room with Sixty-Three's hand in his. Sometimes, when the scientists give us food, they sometimes give us extra bandages. Even though they know we have them and probably have hidden cameras around here somewhere, it makes us feel better hiding them. Sixty-One does a better job with taking care of injuries than any of us and if smarter than the three of us combined, probably. After adding all those facts up, we decided to let Sixty-One hide the extra bandages. Sure enough, he was able to find a loose brick in the wall. Pulling it out, we were able to create a small hiding place for them, along with anything else we can get out hands on. Besides the bandages, we have a little bit of extra food, a little bit of leftover water in a water bottle, a ring one of the scientists dropped, and a golden pocket watch. They aren't anything big, but they are special all the same.

Returning the brick to its spot, Sixty-One tosses me the roll of bandages. Easily catching them, I turn back to my brother. I swear the red on the bandage has spread slightly while more tears, sweat, and blood drip off his face, his bottom lip trembling slightly if you pay close attention.

Swallowing hard, I gently take my brother's hand. Thirty-Two jumps a bit, but doesn't fight my grip. Even though he can't see me, I smile. "Alright. I'm going to change your bandages, okay? I'll be as gentle as I can taking them off and stuff."

He nods. No matter how many fights we get into, we both trust each other with our lives. In the end, we are pretty much the same. We both want to protect our brothers, our family. Letting out a small sigh, I slowly untie the knot that is behind my brother's head. I have to reach over to untie it because I can feel my brothers' eyes on me and Thirty-Two, watching us closely. I still don't want them to see Thirty-Two until I get fresh bandages on his head.

As soon as I start slowly unwrapping the blood-soaked cloth, I already know it will be a challenge. All the liquids that have fallen from my brother's face and head has cause the bandages to stick to itself, his head, and his injuries. Keeping my eyes on the task in front of me, I hear my brother hiss in pain. Whispering "sorry" quietly, I continue to gently pull the red ribbons off of his injuries. During this, I glance down to find him biting his lip and his teeth clenched. He's probably already mad at himself for crying like that in front of us,

Once I finally complete the complicated task of removing the bandages, another gasp escapes my mouth. Large, deep cuts crisscross my brother's white and red eyes, making him look more like a monster than my best friend. What scares me the most is his gaze, so blank as if I'm not even there.

As if reading my thoughts, Thirty-Two swallows before saying, "I can't see, Forty-Three."

"What happened?" I manage to get out, my eyes not leaving his face.

Another swallow as he starts to fidget with his fingers. "They injected me with something. It started hurting really bad, especially around my eyes. I started yelling at them and crying because I knew something was wrong. I had tried to close my eyes to help with the pain, but it didn't do anything. Then they forced my eyes back open. They used knives and stuff, but I couldn't see anything."

Seeing a shiver pass through my brother, I gently put my hands on my brother's shoulders. "Don't worry," I say, not really believing in my words. "We will fix this."

I don't know if he believes me or not, but he gives me a small smile. This is enough to remind me that I need to finish fixing him up so our other brothers can help him, too. Swallowing all the fear and anger that is burning inside me, I throw the dirty bandages in the corner before taking the clean ones in my lap. For as far as I can remember, that's what we have always done to stuff we are done with. Whether it's moldy food, dirty bandages, or even some trays or cups we are done with, we always throw it in the corner for the people to pick up. Sixty-Three calls it "The Trash Corner."

The process of getting the clean bandages off is way better than getting the old bandages off. Of course, I still wince every time I hear him hiss as the cloth touches his wounds. I finally allow my brother's to see Thirty-Two when I have to go behind him to tie the bandage. As my fingers began to work, I can hear my brothers gasp. It's not too long before I feel Thirty-Two being pushed against me. Looking up, I find Sixty-Three hugging him tightly, obviously taking Thirty-Two by surprise.

"Careful, Sixty-Three," Sixty-One says, coming up to us. His face is still pale and his wide eyes aren't leaving our injured brother's face. "He still seems to be a pain and Forty-Three still needs to finish up the bandages." He pauses and I can feel his eyes land on me. "I really wish you would have let me fix him up."

"You can tomorrow when they start healing up," I reply simply, standing up and stretching my limbs. Casually walking towards him, I lean close and tell him in a quiet voice, "It's bad, One. I don't know how long he won't be able to see or anything."

"I'll keep a close eye on his wounds," he says in the same quiet voice, his eyes still on our blind brother. "Like you said, I'll check on him tomorrow."

Nodding in response, I watch him walk away from me and towards Thirty-Two. I can't hear what they are saying, but I'm sure Two's trying to comfort Sixty-Three and Sixty-One. It was cool to see my brother's being there for each other; my currently blind brother holding Sixty-Three while Sixty-One keeps a strong, supportive grip on his shoulder. Swallowing hard, I start to think about Two being blind. Not only does he live in this cruel place, but now he can't see what's going on. It also makes me wonder what will happen next for my family...