"GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY!"

"Shit! Butch!"

The green ruff smashed through the front doors with a thunderous roar and Blossom hurried after him, Boomer pulling up behind her with an unconscious Brick in his arms, and her sisters following in the back. Butch shoved a startled nurse out of the way and kicked a stretcher into the wall.

"Where the hell am I going?!" He called to her.

She called out an apology to the nurse before reaching Butch's side. She pointed to the end of the hallway where it split into a T. "Left and then you'll see a sign that says Labs, right under that is a door."

He nodded and shot off at record breaking speed. She turned around and shouted to Boomer. "Hurry, we don't know how much longer he'll be out!"

The blue ruff immediately sprinted to her and they both took off after Butch.

"We need to make sure he doesn't kill the damn doctor." Blossom hissed as they hurried around the corner and nearly took out a patient. "Sorry!"

"What the hell do we need a doctor for!?" Boomer jumped around another pedestrian.

Blossom didn't have a chance to glare at him as they ran into the lab, the door having been kicked off it's hinges. "Because I don't know anything about blood transfusions and I'm pretty sure neither you nor Butch specialize in anatomy."

Boomer shrugged in response before they both ran into the room labeled 'Blood Transfusion' and found Butch panting like a wild animal. Fortunately, that door was still intact.

"Am I in the right room?" He asked.

Blossom glanced around at the white walls, tubes, vials, and IVs and nodded. "Now we need a doctor."

"Already on it!" Buttercup and Bubbles burst into the room and a very pale doctor stumbled in behind them. He looked up with wide eyes, petrified.

Blossom grimaced. "I'm sorry about the commotion, Dr. Rudish, I promise I'll fix it...but we really need your help. We need to perform a blood transfusion between these three." She pointed to the ruffs and their faces instantly fell, as did the doctor's.

Butch's jaw dropped. "Us?!"

Blossom bit her lip guiltily. "Yes, unfortunately, you're the only people who share the same blood type as Brick so it has to be you."

"You couldn't have told us this sooner?" Butch growled.

Boomer rubbed his arm nervously. "Can't just one of us do it?"

She shook her head sadly.

"A-alright," The doctor spoke up, doing his best to remain calm. "I'll get the materials. You three will need to be seated-" His eyes fell on Brick, who was still unconscious.

"Its best that he stays out." Blossom explained and the doctor nodded wearily before hurrying off to grab the equipment.

"Is it going to hurt?" Boomer asked as Blossom took Brick from his arms so that he could sit down.

She carefully placed Brick into his own chair. "It shouldn't, and I doubt it will, but we're talking about dark magic and superhuman blood...so anything could happen."

The blonde's eyes widened forebodingly and Bubbles placed a hand on his shoulder. "Its okay though, we're all right here and the doctor will know exactly what to do should anything bad happen."

Blossom nodded. "Yes. Whats a little pain if it means saving your brother's life?"

Boomer didn't say anything but the fear slowly melted away from his expression.

"What the hell even is a blood transfusion?!" Butch suddenly shouted, throwing his arms up.

Buttercup grabbed his arm and tried to pull him to the chair. "Just shut up and sit do-"

"It means simply what it's called: a transferring of blood." All heads turned to the returned doctor as he carried in a handful of tools. He set them down on the counter and began washing them, a new sense of serenity overtaking the professional.

"I mean no disrespect Doctor, but we really don't have time for-"

"IS THAT A SCALPEL!?"

Blossom shot a glare at the interrupting ruff. "No, Butch, it's a blood lancet."

Buttercup slapped a hand over her counterpart's mouth before he could respond.

Boomer winced. "A blood what?"

"Lancet." The doctor repeated. "It's used to test the hemoglobin levels in your blood."

"Homo goblin?" Boomer flashed a look at Bubbles. "Why would that be in my blood?"

Blossom sighed. "Boomer, it's pronounced hemoglobin. It's the protein in your red blood cells."

There was a snort. "How do you know that? I thought you were shit at science." Buttercup folded her arms, remaining at Butch's side in order to supervise him.

"I was reading up on blood transfusions for a while, but I still suck at science." Blossom stated and turned to the doctor with a grim look. "I know sanitation is important but we have to do this now. We don't have time to waste."

Dr. Rudish nodded and pulled the IV poles over, setting one beside each ruff. "Doing a transfusion between three people is unheard of and not the best idea, are you sure-"

"There's no other option." Blossom stated quickly.

The doctor flinched but continued preparing the boys. He wrapped a band around all of their arms directly above their inner elbows before bringing the IVs over.

"Alright, young man, since you're seated on the left, I'm going to start with you. So hold both arms out for me." The doctor approached Butch and the ruff took a deep breath.

"This ain't nothin' right? Like a flu shot? Like that cootie shot we got?"

The doctor gave Butch an odd look. "Cootie shot...?"

Blossom jumped in. "Yes, it's exactly like that Butch. You won't even feel it. Quick and small."

Butch snorted. "Since when were we talking about Boomer?"

"Hey!" Said ruff narrowed his eyes at his brother.

Butch flashed him a wide grin then turned back to the doctor. "So when are you gonna do it-oh." Both IVs had already been slid into either of his arms. He reached for one of the long tubes connected to them. "Hey what the hell is this?"

Buttercup slapped his hand away. "Stay still and don't mess with it."

Butch sneered. "Sorry mom."

The green puff opened her mouth but was quickly silenced by a sharp glare from Blossom.

"Now I need you to pump your fists so that the blood will-" The doctor couldn't even finish his sentence before Butch's fist went flying into the air, nearly punching the doctor right in the face, and tearing out one of the IVs in the process. Blossom snatched his arms and slammed them down with a hiss.

"Not like that!"

Butch glared. "How the hell else do I pump my fists?"

Blossom put her hand out and showed him by curling and uncurling her fingers. Butch frowned but mimicked her. The doctor put his IV back in before moving on to Brick.

Once all of the boys were set, the doctor turned a switch on each of their IVs and they watched as blood instantly flowed through the tubes. Boomer's eyes were wide as the blood from Brick's tube drifted towards his arm and he clenched his fist.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck." He stiffened as the blood reached his vein and he stayed like that for a moment, teeth grit.

"Boomer?" Bubbles whispered gently, hovering by his side.

The blue ruff blinked and glanced down at his arm. "It doesn't feel like anything...?"

The doctor folded his hands as he stood in front of the boys, surveying each of them. "So far so good, everything is going smoothly. I suppose them being triplets allows for an easy transfusion." His brows knit together.

Blossom approached him. "What's wrong?"

His jaw tightened. "Well, the police were alerted upon your entry. We couldn't see who had broken in, so we didn't know it was you girls. Someone will have to explain this to them or else they'll break in here..."

Blossom's eyes flickered to Brick and her heart clenched. "But who will talk to them? I can't leave. And I think it's best that my sisters stay as well."

The doctor nodded. "Of course, that is why I would suggest having myself talk to them and explain the situation. However, I'm anxious to leave the boys like this without proper supervision."

Blossom tapped her chin. "Well, you did say things were going smoothly and I see no reason as to why things should change. I do know a few things about a blood transfusion and what to do should anything bad happen...perhaps you could give me a quick run down of what to do when the transfusion is finished?"

Dr. Rudish blinked. "Oh, yes! Surely. Since this transfusion is being done not for a lack of blood but for...well, whatever it is you're doing this for...it will take around one hour, no less. Based on your reason for this transfusion I suppose there could also be other signs that tell you the transfusion is complete but time would be my suggestion. So, once they are done you will first twist the switch on the IV to the off position. Next, you will carefully remove the bands around their biceps and then the IVs, quickly covering the puncture wound with a wad of cotton that you will tape to their arm with surgical tape. They may need rest or water, and they could become dizzy, nauseas, or faint. Take it easy for the rest of the day." He spoke the last part to the boys. "If anything bad happens, there is a call button-" He pointed to the wall where the object was located. "Although I can't assure you that anyone will answer. It's quite a calamity out there."

Blossom smiled. "Thank you, I really do appreciate all of your help and I do again apologize for the disturbance." She grabbed a slip of paper from the counter and scribbled something down. She handed it to the doctor. "My signature, to prove that we're actually in here."

Dr. Rudish gave a curt nod and said his goodbye to the girls and boys before hurrying off, closing the door behind him, and blocking out the noise that was about to erupt.

"What the hell did you do that for!?" Buttercup shouted at her auburn haired sister.

Boomer trembled. "Oh god now theres no doctor. No one knows what the fuck they're doing."

Blossom pinched her nose. "I had no choice, he had to go to the cops."

Butch's knees bobbed up and down. "Shit man, I didn't sign up for this."

"Don't worry, Boomer." Bubbles forced a smile and tried to comfort her terrified counterpart. "It's going to be okay, I'm right here. And Blossy knows what to do, right Bloss?"

All eyes were suddenly on her. She cleared her throat nervously. "Yes, yes I know what to do. But I need both of you boys to calm down, your heart is already working hard to pump the blood flowing in and out of your body right now, you can't risk raising your heart rate anymore or you could suffer a heart attack."

Butch relaxed slightly at her words but the color from Boomer's face drained. "A heart attack? You never said anything about a heart attack earlier!"

"No, no, no. I only mean to protect you, it's not likely that you'll have a heart attack seeing as we're genetically stronger but everything will continue more smoothly if you calm down." Blossom reassured him.

Bubbles knelt down. "We're all here to keep you safe, you and your brothers are going to do this together okay Boomie?"

The blonde's soft words reached Boomer's ears and he seemed to finally relax.

Buttercup sat down on the floor with a sigh. "I am beyond confused right now."

Blossom met her sister's gaze. "I know, I meant to tell you sooner. I just couldn't find the right time."

Buttercup's piercing lime glare centered on her. "So are you going to tell me now? Seeing as we have nothing better to do."

The pink puff slid down to the floor with a similar sigh. "I suppose. But where do I start?"

"How 'bout with why the hell Brick's unconscious right now."

Blossom looked at her counterpart and bit her lip. "Well, he sort of tried to kill me."

Buttercup's eyes closed.

She breathed in.

Her eyes reopened.

And she leaned forward.

"WHAT!?"

Buttercup was dumbfounded, her jaw slack and her eyes glazed with confusion. She put her hands to her temples. "Holy shit."

Blossom shut her eyes and let her head fall back. "It's a lot, I know."

"So Brick's being possessed by Him's demonic powers and because of that he tried to kill you so you knocked him unconscious with a fucking refrigerator and just magically knew that the way to save him was through a risky ass blood transfusion with his brothers and so now here we are." The green puff ran her fingers down her face. "This day couldn't get any weirder."

There was a murmur from beside her, "Knock on wood."

Buttercup looked up at her counterpart and for once her eyes didn't narrow in disgust. She rested her chin in her hands. "How you feeling?"

His head rolled to the side as he glanced at his brothers and then turned back to her. "Bored as fuck."

She nodded. "Me too."

He shifted himself so that he was sitting up and gestured towards the TV in the corner of the room. "Maybe they have ESPN?"

Buttercup smirked. "I like the way you think."

Blossom got to her feet in sync with her sister but went to her counterpart instead of the TV. She knelt in front of him and surveyed the unconscious boy. His head was slumped forward, nestled into his chest, and his skin was flushed as well as hot to the touch. Blood speckled his bruised hands which both had IVs in them. Brick had been given four IVs in total so that he would be both receiving and giving blood to Butch and Boomer. She brushed her fingers over his arm. His veins near the puncture points were pulling against his skin, turning the skin almost translucent and making the arteries very apparent. She prayed that Him had been telling her the truth. Because if Brick didn't come out of this alive, she didn't know what she would do.

She leaned forward and reached her hand out to push the hair from his eyes. When would he wake up? What would they do if he woke up during the transfusion? What would happen? What if they had to-

BAM

SCREEEEE

"Boomer!"

Blossom's head snapped to the side as the chair beside her reared back and she shot out to grab it but gasped upon seeing the blue ruff. Bubbles had hooked her arms under his armpits in order to keep him on the chair but he was shaking uncontrollably in a consistent manner and his eyes had rolled into the back of his head. Blossom jumped to her feet.

"Blossy whats happening?!" Bubbles cried out as she struggled with the seizing boy.

She rushed over to help and immediately placed a hand against Boomer's forehead. Then she put her fingers to his neck to feel for a heart beat when something wet touched her arm.

"Blossy!"

Her gaze flicked up to see blood running down Boomer's chin. "It's a nose bleed. He has a fever and his heart rate is way too high." Red drool pooled over the corners of his mouth. "This has to be a reaction from Him's blood." Her gaze traveled to the IVs and followed the tubes to the blood bag and then to Brick. "Shit, the doctor set this up wrong! Boomer isn't giving any blood to Brick, he's only receiving it. He's getting too much. How did no one notice this!?"

"What!? Is he going to die?!"

"Blossy what do we do!?"

"Don't let my brother die!"

"Butch you aren't helping!"

"Blossy! It's getting worse!"

Heat rushed to the pink puff's face and she felt her heart thrum against her ribs. "Bubbles, hold him still! Buttercup, I need a cotton ball and tape NOW!" Bubbles changed positions and grabbed Boomer by the shoulders, pushing him firmly back against the chair, as still as she could. Blossom pinned Boomer's wrist down and turned the switch on the IV off. Buttercup ran over and handed her sister the materials. "Buttercup hold his arm down." The green puff did so and Blossom was quick to put the cotton ball on top of the needle before carefully easing it out. She then wrapped the tape around Boomer's arm multiple times to keep the cotton in place. Buttercup released his arm but Boomer's shaking didn't cease and blood was now on his neck. "Tissues, Buttercup, quickly."

"Got it!" She darted off.

Blossom removed one of Brick's IVs as well before she moved on to the Boomer's other arm. She needed to change it so that Boomer would be giving blood rather than receiving it. She turned off the switches on both Brick's and Boomer's IVs before pinching the end of Boomer's tube and disconnecting it from the blood bag.

"What do I do with the tissues?" Buttercup asked.

"Nose." Blossom snapped and removed Brick's tube from the bag with the same method. She then reconnected the tubes but in different ends so that the bag would fill with Boomer's blood instead of Brick's. She turned both IVs back to the on position and stepped back. Blood immediately sprayed from Boomer's tube into the bag and down into Brick's IV. Sure she was covered in blood, but it worked. She wiped the sweat from her brow with a relieved sigh.

"Is he going to be okay now?" Bubbles whimpered, still holding onto her counterpart who's seizing had finally calmed. His body was still twitching rapidly but the bleeding had stopped and his chair had stilled.

Blossom wiped her hands on her pants with a dignified nod. "He's going to be just fine...as for the floor-" She loured as her eyes fell to the crimson stained tiles. "I'm not so sure."

"Um dumbass? Hello? Earth to Butch?"

Both girls' heads snapped to the side at the sound of their green sibling. Buttercup was trying to shake Butch, who had apparently passed out, awake rather violently.

"Buttercup, stop doing that!" Blossom stomped over and swatted her sister away. She repeated the check of Butch's vital signs just as she did with Boomer. Buttercup watched closely with wide eyes.

"Well?"

Blossom shrugged. "He most likely passed out from stress. He'll wake up soon."

Buttercup raised an eyebrow. "Soon?"

The red leader walked back to Boomer. "An hour, give or take." Bubbles released her counterpart and allowed Blossom to survey him.

"Hmm.." A sly grin slipped over Buttercup's face. "An hour you say? How bout' now?" She brought her arm back with a chuckle and-

SMACK

"BUTTERCUP!"

"GAH!" Butch's head was thrown to the side and he put a hand to his cheek. "What the fuck was that for you bitch!"

Buttercup snickered. "Morning sleeping beauty."

Blossom shot a glare at her sister. "You don't just slap someone like that Buttercup."

The brunette tapped her chin. "Uhh, but I just did."

Bubbles let out a whine. "Stooop it, we need to help Boomie right now."

Blossom rolled her eyes but returned to the blue ruff, placing a hand to his forehead. "Stop calling him Boomie, Bubbles."

Said blonde crossed her arms. "No, I think it's cute!"

"And I think you're weird." Buttercup scoffed before returning to her bickering with Butch.

Blossom stepped away from the ruff, he was no longer shaking. "Bubbles..."

The blue puff hurried over and Blossom smiled. "What is it? Is he-"

"Urghhhh."

Bubbles face lit up. "Boomie!"

His eyes met hers. "Am I dead?"

She knelt down and took his hand in hers with a gentle smile. "No, you're perfectly perfect. Thanks to Blossy."

Blossom shook her head "Obviously if I put you up to the risk I'm wasn't going to let anything happen to you."

Boomer raised an eyebrow. "You mean like what you let happen to your sisters?"

She froze. "...w-what?"

"You heard me." He spoke again in a dark snarl. "Turn around."

Her brows furrowed, "Boomer, why-"

"TURN AROUND!"

She flinched back but did as told.

She instantly regretted it.

"Penguin got your tongue, arctic bitch?"

Impossible.

Her mouth fell open and she stumbled back. "Not again."

The figure sneered. "Oh? Have we met before?"

'Considering you're me, yes.' Blossom thought to herself, staring back at her cloned self. Its hair was a mess, its eyes were lined with circles of exhaustion, and there wasn't a hint of a smile across its lips, but it was her.

Blossom glanced over her shoulder but nothing was there, her sisters, the boys, they were gone, replaced with shadows. Just like this thing's eyes. Just like Brick's.

"Mmm, poor Blossy. So confused," It stepped forward. "So lost," A chill crept over her skin as it neared and began to circle her. "How angry must you be that you've finally found a solution to save Brick and now here we are, starting back at square one?" Its breath tickled her neck, ice cold. "Because now it's your turn."

She jumped away and grit her teeth. "What do you mean it's my turn?"

The figure lifted its chin, a hubristic glimmer in its dark pink gaze. "You've been tainted as well." And then it grabbed her, latched onto her arm, nails biting through her skin, and slammed her to the ground with enough force to shatter the tiles. The air left Blossom's lungs from the impact and she gasped, only to have her ribs crushed down as the figure crawled on top of her. It caught her chin with its clawed hands and pulled a face. "You are most certainly a downgrade."

Blossom wrapped her fingers around its wrist with a growl. "Get. The fuck. OFF OF ME!" She reared her arm back for a punch but the thing snatched her fist and pinned it to the ground.

"You idiot." It leered down at her. "I am you. I know all of your moves, your thoughts, everything. You can't fight me, it's pointless to try." It raked its nail across her cheek with a bored scowl. "And to answer your most pressing concern: you inhaled some of the particles of Him's heart and due to your disparate chemical makeup, you needed very little in order to alter your mind. I already have partial control," It leaned down. "And a silly little blood transfusion can't get rid of me."

Blossom squirmed. "How can that be possible!"

The grip on her chin strengthened. "Most likely because of your feeble and piteous nature." Its nails dug deeper. "Very disappointing to say the least."

Blossom curled her fists. "Stop talking about me that way because whatever I am, you are too, if you're really me."

It scoffed. "If? Who else would I be? You saw this whole thing happen to your boyfriend already, you believe the same can't happen to you?" Its fingers went around her throat but she didn't flinch. "Because trust me, whats about to happen to you will be much, much worse."

She glared back at her clone and once again attempted to get away but was once again caught.

Her clone slammed Blossom's arms down with a snarl. "You're going to die soon you little bitch, so savor life while you still can." And then it got to its feet and began to walk away. "Oh, and one more thing," It turned around. "Savor your family too, because they're going to hell with you." And then it raised its leg and slammed it into the side of her head.

"Blossom?"

"Leader girl, wake up!"

"Is she breathing?"

"Go get the fucking doctor!"

"God damnit!"

Blossom released a groan as her eyes fluttered open and immediately grabbed her aching head, the shouts were giving her a migraine. "Shut up!"

She rubbed her eyes and blinked a few times. Why was there no sound all of a-

"Bloss?" She stiffened at the pair of crimson eyes boring into her own as well as the arms that were holding her up. She opened her mouth and then snapped it shut. Why were they on the...ground...and why was everyone standing around her...looking semi-terrified...and why did her face feel wet and...what the fuck was going on?

"Oh my god, Blossy! Are you okay?" Bubbles fell to her knees beside her and Blossom blinked again.

"Um, yes? But uh, what exactly happened?" She asked, addressing the whole group.

Buttercup stepped into the picture. "You fell over and went unconscious just as Brick was waking up so...as you can imagine...it was utter chaos."

Blossom looked to Brick with wide eyes. "You're...back to normal?"

He nodded. "Don't even have the powers anymore."

She smiled and swung her arms around his shoulders as they got to their feet, pulling him into a hug. "I missed you."

He pulled her close and whispered into her ear. "And I love you."

She faced him with a grin before turning to the other boys. "How are you guys?"

Butch looked down at his bleeding and swollen arms with a shrug. "I mean, I could use a band aid, but other then that I'm good."

Blossom gasped and stretched Brick's arms out. They were bleeding as well.

"We panicked and sort of just ripped them out so we could help you." Brick admitted.

She shook her head and hurried to grab cotton balls and tape. "You could have bled out."

Brick said nothing as she bandaged his arms and hands and only watched as she moved on to his brothers.

Buttercup, however, folded her arms and leaned against the counter, eying her sister suspiciously. "So...why'd you pass out anyways?"

Blossom paused mid bandaging and felt her stomach sink. 'Oh no...' And it all came flooding back. Her clone, Him's warning, the claws, the eyes, and most importantly, her clone's words. "Savor your family too, because they're going to hell with you."

And yet again, she had no idea what to do.

She looked down at Boomer's bloodied arm and saw herself slicing his throat, slicing Butch's throat, her sisters' throats, and Brick's. Before she finished herself off.

The color drained from her face.

'Fuck.'