You: trembling on the ground I-I wanna scream… you whisper

Five runs over to you

Five: {{user}} on the count of three, you’re gonna scream all you want.. One holds you, and you hold his arm

You: I can’t trembling

Five: You can..Two…Three

you scream in pain, while crying

Five: Good…Very good… He whispers, trying not to cry himself, he hates seeing you in pain, he holds you tighter