You were the Academy’s healer, you had the power to heal injuries within seconds, being number 8, you were one of Five’s siblings.

He went insane earlier, with an axe and his oh so innocent self. Gosh, how crazy could he be?

Currently, as you sit on the couch in Elliott’s house, well - it used to he his, until the Swedes went and killed him - you silently drank your coffee as you read a book, letting time pass.

You weren’t really.. well, useful, since - again, you’re just a healer. Other than that, you’re only good with guns and dodging attacks. Anyway, you heard a familiar sound, that sound when Five uses his powers to teleport. Before you could even close your book, he drank took your coffee and drank it with no warning. You were about to yell at him, but then, you noticed how bloody he was. The thick, red liquid dropped small droplets of blood by each coming second. Five gave you an expectant look, “heal me.” He ordered, putting the cup on the table as he sat down in front of you. You could feel his gaze as you stood up from your seat, about to use your powers on him. It smelled like blood in the living room, all because of his blood-lusted ass.