I'm back!

I've been posting on other platforms as well and have been getting all sorts of requests- and I will say this one was the fastest I ever wrote because the idea was perfectly simple, yet perfectly whumpy lol.

"Season 1 episode 8, after Diego passes out, Five steps in to give Allison his blood, but he isn't in the best shape to do so."- added feels for early Rumor and The Boy moments (they get a lot of time in the comics)

-Blood is thicker than water-

"She's suffered a severe laceration to her larynx, one of you will need to give blood." Grace informed them as Five held his hands over Allison's wound.

"I will." All the brothers volunteered.

"I'm doing it," Luther said, firmly.

"I'm afraid that's not possible, dear boy," Pogo stopped him. "Your blood is more compatible with mine."

Luther looked shattered at this. Klaus jumped in, "Hey, don't sweat it. I-I got this, big guy. I love needles."

"Master Klaus," Pogo interrupted again. "Your blood is… how shall I say this? Too polluted."

"Move," Diego stepped up.

"Yeah, go on," Luther pressed, just wanting to get Allison the blood she needed fast.

"I'll do it," Diego stepped up next to Grace. Grace was just finishing bringing out the needle and tapped out any bubbles. Diego looked at the needle and suddenly paled as his eyes rolled back and he let out a little whimper before collapsing.

"Whoa," was the collective reaction from the others.

Five sighed and looked to Grace, "I'll do it." He looked to Klaus, "Come here and hold the wound." He knew Luther wanted to help, but he also knew his nerves may cause him to press down on Allison's throat too hard.

He removed his jacket, thankful for the short sleeved dress shirt. He turned his arm to Grace. She gave him a little smile, which he returned uncomfortably. He was never really as dependent on her the way his siblings were. He never really referred to her as "mom" besides, perhaps, one or two times when he was injured as a child and just wanted a mothers comfort.

She placed the needle into his arm, and he winced at the pinch. She connected the tube to the other side and taped it down, connecting him to Allison.

He looked at his sister, thinking over the whirlwind that was the last handful of days, as well as pulling at his memories of them growing up. He leaned forward and placed a hand on her head.

"Come on, sis."

He heard a little huff beside him, where Luther now was. Anxiety? Jealousy? Who knew?

"Is it working?" Luther asked Grace.

"Just a little more," She said, as she was coming around to Klaus' side to stitch the injury.

Five swallowed awkwardly, his mouth running a little dry. He watched the blood moving between himself and Allison.

Diego groaned from the floor and shifted.

"Yay! He lives!" Klaus exclaimed with humor.

Diego realized his coordinates in the room and got up, with a blush, gripping Luther for a moment before standing on his own and taking in the rest of the scene. His eyes landed on Five being hooked up to Allison. He noticed his "little" brother was losing the color to his face as the blood was leaving his body. Diego looked around to see if anyone else was noticing this.

"Master Five?" The Boy heard Pogo say, but he sounded like he was in a tunnel…or by the water?

There was a rushing sound, like when you put a shell up to your ear.

"Woah…Five. Are you alright?" Klaus piped in.

He could see, out of the corner of his eye, Luther shift, but he also was beginning to see little stars chasing around his vision.

"Oh," He finally connected the dots, realizing what was happening. "That's not good," He said very matter-of-factly. He turned to Luther, his eyes trailing a bit as he brought them up to him. "Hold out your arms, please?"

Luther looked at him a bit concerned and confused, but opened his arms, and found himself dipping down to scoop Five up as he tilted into him and started to slide toward the floor. Luther was careful to keep Five's arm close enough, so the tube didn't pull out on either side.

"Oh dear," Grace said, making her way over to check on her smallest son. "I don't know if you have properly recovered from your injury from the other day, after all? Or is it that you haven't really rested or consumed anything sustainable?"

"Injuries?"

"He had a shrapnel wound," Diego filled in the blanks. "He hid it from us and then passed out when we went to spy on that Jenkins dude."

"Where did he pick that up?" Luther asked.

"Probably from wherever he came from when he dropped in on us in the living room." Diego shrugged, still pulling himself together.

"Then this could be dangerous?" Luther looked down at Five and hesitated, glancing between him and Allison. "We should stop."

"No," Five moaned weakly in his arms. "I can…handle it…Alli..son needs…me…" His head then dropped and Luther felt his weight sink.

"He's out," he confirmed to Grace, who checked his pulse.

She looked at Allison's readings and gave Luther a smile. "We should be able to remove the tube for transfer." She picked up a cotton ball, medicinal pad and tape. She removed Five's side first. "Place him on the gurney over there," She indicated to another one that wasn't too far away. She then turned her attention back to Allison.

Pogo followed after Luther, pulling out the necessary equipment to start treatment on Five.

Luther put him down gently, then gave his brother a pat on the shoulder.

-UA-

Five opened his eyes. His head hurt a bit, even though it wasn't very bright where he was.

Where was he?

His room. He was back in his room.

He started to think back to connect the dots.

He was giving blood to Allison, who needed it because she got hurt…but then he started to feel ill and weak and…

He glanced at his arm, which was connected to an IV drip. From what he could make out, it was just giving his body the fluids it probably needed.

He suddenly felt a soft hand on his arm. He looked down to see, what he recognized as, Allison's hand. He followed it to her face, but not before stopping on the bandaging that was over her throat. She gave him a weak smile, paired with warm eyes.

"Allison," He weakly closed his other hand over hers. "You're okay?"

She nodded, pulling her hand back so she could write in a notepad that was in her lap. He noticed the last thing she wrote was "I'll Stay w/ Him."

She wrote something fast and showed it to him.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm alright," he responded.

"You scared us."

"You scared us," He replied.

"You shouldn't have pushed yourself."

"I was the only one," he reasoned. "I just got you back…I couldn't…lose you."

She studied him and then scribbled.

"The same for you. I can't lose you. You've fainted twice now."

"I'm okay," He raised an eyebrow. "My head just hurts a bit."

"You need to eat," came Luther's voice from the doorway. He entered with a glass of water and some cereal. "I didn't know what your stomach would be like, so I figured just plain oat-o's would be alright for now."

Five struggled to sit up, still feeling incredibly worn out.

"I don't know if I have the strength for this right now," he said, honestly.

"You need to eat."

"I'm sure I do. Just not now." He settled back, mostly sitting up now, but feeling drained.

"Just a handful of bites."

He felt Luther put the cereal bowl in his lap, as he started to close his eyes in response to Allison.

"I need more sleep."

He felt the bowl be lifted from his lap, then heard the spoon scoop under the cereal. Then he felt someone sit besides him, and deduced (considering the small frame he could feel) that it was Allison.

He opened his eyes again and saw her looking seriously at him, spoon in hand. She held it to him.

"You must be joking," he said, breathily.

She doubled down and gestured again with the spoon.

"3," he finally gave in. "I'll take three bites, for now."

This seemed to appease her. She held the spoon closer to him and he took a bite.

It tasted good, and his stomach was clearly happy to finally have a little something in it. It also took a lot of energy to chew. But he managed two more bites.

She ran a hand through his hair and down to cup his cheek. He felt a little childish, but he couldn't help but lean into her touch.

It had been so long to have an actual contact that meant something. Not medical attention or unwanted attention he had gotten with the Commission.

He felt her hand go away, which made him open his eyes to search for her.

"Rest. You need it"

Didn't have to tell him twice. He let himself sink back into the bed as her and Luther quietly left the room.

"How is he?" He heard Grace inquire from the hallway.

"Weak. But he ate a little."

"Poor dear," he heard Grace say. "I have a new hookup for his IV."

There was a pause and he supposed it was Allison writing something.

"I'll stay with him," he heard Luther say. "Outside the room so he can rest."

Another long pause.

"I won't let anything happen to him. I promise. He risked himself to save you. After everything that he went through. All because none of us could do what needed to be done."

"You can't put the blame on yourself." Grace said. There was something unnerving about her artificial empathy.

"Even still. He has been jumping around to save us with this Apocalypse thing. He needs us to care for him just as much."

And that was the last thing Five heard as he comfortably drifted back to sleep.

Yay! I love happy family moments.

Anyway! Hope you liked it! If you have an idea- let me know! I'm trying to get to all the ideas that are suggested. I make a list of them in my notes, and will try to get to as many of them as I can, but if something sparks an idea immediately- I will write while it's fresh in my head.