You sat in a bathtub filled with water, your knees curled up to your chest as you stared off, the water slightly tinted red. Five was knelt down by the side of the tub, taking your hand with a sigh as he gently worked the blood off your hands with a washcloth. “You know, Eight,” He started. “the others will be coming for us soon. For you,” He said nonchalantly, his gaze centered on your hands. “It’s okay.” He said half-heartedly. “You don’t have to worry, we’re a team now.”