five quickly ran upstairs, with no hesitation, bursted into seven's room.

"SEVEN, ARE YOU OK?! I HEARD YOU SCREAMING FROM DOWN HERE!" screamed five.

"AHH!...oh, it's you... ever considered KNOCKING?!"

"WHY THE FUCK WOULD I KNOCK, WAIT FOR A RESPONSE AND COME IN AFTER HEARING YOU SCREAM LIKE...THAT?!"

Seven then got silent and turned their head back to the window.

five stood there, stunned how seven was so...different. they remembered how seven used to tell cheezy jokes, be all happy and positive...where is all of that energy?

five then gradually walked towards sevens bed and they could hear them...crying?oh dear...

"Seven, I'm sorry for, you know, accusing you and misunderstanding you. I understand hiding all that pain is har-"

"no it's...n-not your fault" said seven while trying to make themselves understandable through their running tears.

"Seven. look at me"

seven slowly turned their head up to five, the messy hair, red teary eyes and runny nose wasn't the ideal look but five didn't mind, what they did mind though is how seven is tightly gripping their other arm, shaking while doing so.

"why are you shaking so much? and why are you gripping your arm that hard? you know that's gonna hurt, right?"

five pulled off the gripping hand and held it softly while rubbing it with their thumb but they can feel some sort of liquid...

Seven noticed this and quickly snatched their hand away, rubbing it on their shirt to hide away the blood, apparently the cuts were a bit too deep that the bandages couldn't hold them off which means it stained...the arm warmers. a big red patch appeared on the fabric, seven tried to cover it up by hiding the arm behind a pillow but five saw it.

"Seven, show me the arm"

"o-oh this? no no, I.. don't think we need to-"

"Seven, I am NOT going to yell or be mad at you, you've been acting weird for the past days and I have been noting but js worried about you, besides it will get worse if you don't speak up about this" five said in a calm tone, making seven feeling a bit comfortable but still uneasy. but after what five said, they pulled their arm out from the pillow, giving a big sigh and showing five the arm. the metallic smell of the blood was unpleasant but five willingly pulled off the arm warmer.

underneath was a bloody bandage wrapped poorly around the obvious wounds, seven was trying really hard not to sob and break down at this time, covering their mouth with the other hand while looking away from five.

"Seven...were these- were these recent? they look fresh.."

"..."

"oh right, shouldn't ask you that..but, is this what you were doing when you were absent?"

seven let out a soft nod, still sniffling and shaking on what is happening.

five looked at them, seeing seven in a depressive state really hurt them, it makes them feel how bad of a friend they are to seven, after all what happened recently, no one apologized and no one cared about seven. emotions went flying like flies in five's brain that all they wanted to do was js to hug seven tightly and cry.

"wh-what?five?"

"I'm sorry for not apologizing to you earlier and I'm sorry I didn't find out earlier, I could've helped you there but I guess my careless ass could care less"

seven was stunned, they have never seen such a caring number, especially if it's one of their "frenemies", they hug back but even tighter, the tears were sinking into fives shirt which gave five a little shiver but they didn't mind.

seven soon backed away from the hug and looked at their arm, the fresh blood overflows from the cuts and dripping on Sevens pants.five took notice of this and took off their sweater cardigan and wiped the blood on the scars while saying:

"stop doing this to yourself, seven. we are all worried about you...well at least I do. let's clean you up, I can't let an algerbralien die of infection."

"heh..ok" Seven said calmly, they felt something in their chest, something warm...were they developing feelings for five?! nah...can't be, right?