REWRITTEN.
Once the two exhausted individuals could bare the thought of standing and untangling from eachother, they went their seperate ways to clean themselves up.
Violet sat beneath the shower stream, too tired to stand, and mustered up just enough energy to scrub her body of all of the sticky, half dried blood. It was clumped in strands of her hair and stained beneath her nails. Her body was a map of faded scars that never seemed to disappear despite her ability to heal; wounds closed but never went away whether she wanted them to or not.
It took what felt like hours to get rid of all of the blood and even after she dried herself and ran a towel over her hair, she still found the occasional dried speckle. The underside of her nails seemed to be forever stained which made her feel sick if she stared at them too long.
She threw on a black skirt and her favourite blue and black diamond patterned jumper, bundling the soft sleeves over her hands for comfort.
As Violet exited her room, Five exited his at coincidentally the same time in a fresh set of the uniform.
His eyes were drawn immediately to his old jumper, the one he had completely forgotten about, having not seen it in so long.
His gaze softened drastically at the sight of her swamped in the warm fabric, sleeves bundled over her hands as she wrapped her arms around herself.
For the first time in a while he managed a genuine smile.
"Suits you." He murmured to her as they began venturing downstairs side by side.
Violet remained quiet and hid her reddening face with her long hair.
Upon hearing voices she hesitated and cloaked to her translucent form, half hiding herself behind Five who didn't seem to mind or think twice about it.
He noticed the drastic change in her demeanor immediately and in a blink, left her standing there.
She span to look for him in confusion before he reappeared and slid something over her ears from behind her. The sound and voices washed out into a warm silence and her muscles relaxed as her noise cancelling headphones kicked in.
Klaus was speaking rapidly to a frantic moving Diego as he shrugged off his jacket at the bottom of the stairs.
Violet turned to flash Five a grateful smile.
They defended together, eyeing the situation.
"What's going on?" Five asked.
Everyone turned their way.
They hesitated at the sight of Violet standing and very much alive, still having trouble getting used to that fact given what they had seen days before. When they snapped out of it, they addressed Five while she curiously approached Klaus.
He eyed her strangely until she picked up one of his dog tags around his neck, eyeing them with a tilt of her head.
He looked down and gave her a watery smile.
She read them and glanced up at him in question.
He shrugged making her drop the tags, and waved a hand at her.
"Long story... it'll only bore you."
She frowned a little as he averted his gaze.
She turned to see Diego gearing up for something, checking each of his knives at his sides.
"Allison's in trouble."
She began tapping her knuckle against her collar bone, her other arm around her midsection.
"What?"
"Where's Luther?"
"Gone." Klaus answered.
"Yeah he picked a great time to drop off the grid. Two days before the world ends."
She glanced between them all, growing antsy.
As they all began to leave to find Allison, she wanted nothing more than to stay behind. But none of them seemed comfortable with the fact she was refusing to move.
"Hey, you too. You're not leaving our sight." Diego pointed at her.
She glanced over to Five who gave her an apologetic smile, but did not argue.
Once at the car, Five insisted on sitting up front and threatened violence to anyone who argued, so Klaus and Violet sat in the back as they raced to find Luther who'd apparently found himself at a bar of all places.
The world really was ending, she thought to herself.
Luther had then been convinced to climb in the car after facing the sudden concept of Allison being in trouble sprung on him.
Violet had made herself transparent and climbed into the front seat by climbing through it, much to Five's amusement as he shifted to share it with her. They both barely fit in the seat but they made it work, luckily both still kids technically, and she was the smallest out of all of them.
Luther took up two seats in the back so there was no way she was staying there. Klaus looked miserable enough as it was.
She held onto the door, leaning half her body against it until they pulled up to the place in the middle of the forest.
Violet was the first one out, phasing through the door before Five could unlock it and Luther was next, running inside in a panic.
His shouts made the rest of them hurry and when Violet saw why she froze.
Blood coated the decorative rug Allison was lying on.
Her heart raced as she tried to ignore the shouts of Luther as he picked Allison up, blasting through the shield of her headphones despite their quality.
She turned away from the sight, gripping her hands rigidly and closed her eyes.
Everyone was hurrying and shouting and the faint noise, although quieter, was chaotic and jumbled.
She was sure at one point someone was calling her name.
Her brain was a whirlwind of put pressure on the wound stop the blood get her stable take her pain away calm her down its okay - when it evidently was not okay.
Violet's heart was pounding as they got Allison to the car and the seating plan changed.
Acting on instinct despite the terror locking her limbs, she found herself quickly overwhelmed with Klaus and Diego squished in with her to the right in the back of the car and Allison laid across their laps, her head resting in her own.
The girl shook like a leaf at the physical contact and forced herself to cover the womans throat with her hand, trying to keep her breathing even with Diego's shoulder pressed against hers and the door trapping her in place with the weight in her lap.
Their voices were a blur in her catatonic mind as she struggled to focus, nausea rising in her throat.
"Fix her, Violet."
She made out Luthers demanding voice beneath the quiet from her headphones. She closed her eyes, swallowing thickly, wanting to rip the door open while they were still moving and throw herself out.
She felt sick she felt sick she felt sick but she was helping Allison she was helping-
She became all to aware of the faint pulse under her hand and did her best to ignore the scrambled, panicked shouting in the car as they drove, probably breaking a million speed limits and driving offences just to get back the mansion.
She pressed her lips into a thin line, swallowing back the bile fighting to force it's way up her throat. It was all too much at once and she faintly remembered her training days as a kid, leaving an even more bitter taste in her mouth.
Her head pounded as she worked on sealing the wound while trying to replenish the blood in Allison's system, her skin cold against her clammy palm that could not stay steady over her neck.
Her other hand was bundled against her mouth, her eyes closed and a line between her knitted brows as she tried to keep herself from panicking. She sat slumped back against the door to put as much distance between herself and whatever else was touching her, futilly, trying to keep herself from passing out. The blood had almost pulled back into her body, off of the seats and from under her hand, back into the laceration.
Black spots ebbed in Violet's vision and she let out a shaky breath, covering her eyes with her free hand and bundled sleeve.
"What are you doing?" Luther spoke hurriedly, his concern for Allison tipping the scales as he panicked.
Her chest constricted painfully and she was reminded of when Ben had died right in front of her. Feeling like it was her fault. The guilt. The fear. The shame. The panic.
She couldn't let another person die, she couldn't, she couldn't, she couldn't breathe.
"Violet-"
"She was dead not a day ago, Luther, give her a fucking break!" Five snapped, spinning in his seat to silence the man. His look alone was sharp enough to cut steel.
There was a heavy ringing in her ears as static filled her mind.
The car ride was dead silent until they got back to the academy, and Five watched Violet stumble as she was the first to tear out of the car.
Luther carried Allison inside in a rush as they followed. Grace rounded the corner at their shouting, taking over, it all becoming a blur for the small girl as her headphones did nothing to get rid of the piercing ringing in her ears.
There was blood on her hands and her legs and it wasn't hers and her skin itched from the contact of another, too warm, burning up from the nerves screaming, bones trembling as she tried to catch her breath.
Her knees collided with the floor, vision cutting out momentarily.
Someone's arm slid around her waist as they tried to help her stand but her mind was so caught in the disgust and fear that she shoved them away and fell back against the wall, curling in on herself.
"Sorry, sorry," a familiar voice cooled her nerves. "It's just me."
She snapped her eyes open, guilt slowly swarming her as she realised she had shoved him away.
The pain in her head grew as her heart pounded at her temples. She shakily covered her face with her sleeve covered hand and then placed it over her racing heart, hair shifting in front of her face.
"Take a deep breath, Vi-"
Frustration burned in her body as she roughly kicked him in the shin, cutting him off.
He hissed. "Ow!"
She angrily clenched her jaw and held her fists tightly beside her head, fighting to release her frustration and slammed the side of her fist against the windowledge above her, the edge bruising her wrist nearly instantly. Her eyes scrunched up in pain but she did it again, the feeling working to snap herself out of her meltdown.
"Please, stop doing that." Five was cautious this time, a foots distance between them. He looked haunted watching her harm herself, fingers itching to reach out and stop her.
She shook her head, burying her face into her knees, aching hand clenched tightly beside her as though reared up to hit something again. She hesitated, muscles coiled so tightly like a spring about to snap.
Allison was being taken care of by Grace. She would be fine. She had helped. She would be fine. Grace wouldn't let her die. She wasn't going to die.
She lowered her fist and knocked her knuckles against the floor.
Five watched her harmful self-regulatory behaviours with sad eyes, the urge to take her hands and just yell at her to stop close to taking over. But at least knocking against the floor wasn't as bad as before.
He absently rubbed the sore spot in his shin.
After a long five minutes he ventured to ask if she was okay.
Her instinct was to shake her head no becuase that would be the truth.
She still felt sick, mind going back to being crammed in that car with bodies against her own and no escape and the dawning pressure of someone's life literally in her hands-
Violet managed to snap herself half out of her daze and lifted her head, eyes twinged red at the edges. She nodded once.
Even if he knew she was lying, at least she could look him in the eye without lashing out against something.
He cautiously held his hand out to her, a silent offering to take her somewhere else, a tiny part of him begging her to take it.
She eyed his hand warily before reaching to take gentle grasp of his sleeve.
He eyed her softly, because it would do.