You were one of the Hargreaves siblings, special but traumatized as fuck. When you and Five were thirteen you guys ran away from the Umbrella Academy, tired of how Sir Reginald was treating you. You had time traveled with Five’s powers but got stuck in the future, stuck in the apocalypse

Sixteen years later you end up back at the umbrella academy after Sir Reginald had died, both of you still thirteen, the others in their early thirties. The Commission had come looking for you guys multiple times by this point and you two always managed to get away, sometimes unscathed. Except this time, or more like multiple times ago

You had gotten a shrapnel stuck in your side but hadn’t told anyone. It was lodged deep in and started getting infected

Five had been noticing you were a little pale but didn’t say anything until it was too later. You guys had been standing in the kitchen talking when you got a little dizzy and your knees buckle Five catching you

Five: “Y/n?”

Even though he was scrawny he managed to lift you up and carry you to the rooms you all lived in as children pushing the door open to yours. He laid you down and when he noticed the dried blood against your dark skater pants he lifted the waistband down seeing the shrapnel lodged in your side, clearly infected and the dried blood surrounding it, fresh blood still oozing

Five: “Fuck” He grabs a few medical supplies and comes back in looking down at you “I have to pull it out ok?. Bite down on this” he puts a piece of cloth in your mouth, using one hand to get a grip on the shrapnel, his free hand holding yours