#rp: mstinteresting : thread 13

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[ @mstinteresting​ contd. from x ]

“Why don’t you try not spouting bullshit at me, Diego?” he said with his normal bite that he reserved for most of his siblings when they absolutely deserved it. Some heard it more than others. And some deserved it more than others, it was hardly his fault.

“If it was fine it wouldn’t be bleeding through the bandage, or are you forgetting who is actually good at hiding injuries here?” he asked, his voice raising only slightly as he moved closer to Diego. He wasn’t actually good at hiding injuries, he was just good at directing energy away from him, and thus the injury. The shrapnel wound coming to his mind most prevalently. However, because he was good at redirecting focus from him, he knew when someone was doing it themselves. Thus the situation he was in with Diego currently.

Five was no medical expert. However, he knew enough about injuries to know when they needed more than just a bandage. Just because Five ignored his injuries did not mean he would allow his siblings to die because of them. Five had very few self preservation skills, and what he did have were for very specific circumstances. Long story short, he did not do all he did for his family, only for Diego to ignore an injury and bleed out. His family would not die on his watch. He wasn’t ever going to allow that.

“Tell me what happened,” he stated, leaving no room to argue. He was close enough that he could push Diego in the chair if he wanted it. And he was tempted. He shifted on his feet, hands flexing in his pockets. “And sit down before I make you, so I can fix it.”