It's been a surreal few days and Five is still trying to catch his breath. He'd forgotten how difficult it was, readjusting to society after the Handler had recruited him, and though his time in an empty Darrow had been a drop in the bucket compared to the time he'd spent alone in the apocalypse, the change has been just as jarring. Falling back into survival mode had been easier.

For example, he's still pretending not to flinch every time a car speeds past him as he walks on the sidewalk. It's a work in progress. Because he nearly jumps out of his skin at the collision nearby, when the impact from one car sends a second careening.

And he's so worried about his own stupid reaction that he doesn't notice at first what's happened. That there's a familiar figure lying on the sidewalk, blood pooling around him.

"Klaus?" Five says to himself, in disbelief at first. "Klaus!"

He teleports over to his brother, and before he has time to think, grabs Klaus's hand and tries to remember where the nearest hospital is. He's walked this city alone for years, and has the layout nearly memorized.

"It's okay! We're going to get you help!" he says and with a blink of blue light, they're in front of Darrow General. He just has to hope there's still time.