Reflection CH 6 :THE RETURN:

The entrance to the cathedral came closer and closer, trying to hide my pain and fear behind a stoic expression didn't really work.
"6, I promise you, you'll be fine." He assured me.
"I know that… it's just…"
"Hurts, doesn't it?"  He asked, I nodded, "I promise I'll help it go away." I smiled weakly.
We arrived at the cathedral at the stroke of sunset. Sunset… and I was in 5's arms. OH HOW I WANTED TO MEEEELLLLTTTT!!!! But of course melting would cause more pain. I looked back at the sunset, resting my head on 5's shoulder. I wanted to say something, anything really, to lighten the mood. But silence was all that I could come up with.
Sometimes words speak louder than actions, sometimes actions speak louder than words, but… what about when there's dead silence. Nobody ever said anything about silence.
And before time caught up with me, we were in 5's room. He set me down on the skate and we exchanged blank gazes. He went to the corner to retrieve his needles. It didn't look too bad in the movies- Holy source cracker, that's a thick needle.
My optics froze open with fear. "Oh my god, OH-MY-GOD that's a big needle…!" I was freaked out, okay??? I hate shots and I've never had stitches in human reality.
"Don't panic it's okay." He smiled nervously. He wasn't very excited about it either.
He turned my head away, "wait… What are you doing?"
"If the needle freaked you out, you won't be able to stand this."
"Okay- AIE…." He dug the needle into me and I tried to refrain from screaming.
Twenty painful minutes later, he finished the last stitch.
"There, that wasn't so bad?" he tried to smiled. I was still frozen with fear, "6? You okay???"
The only thing I could say was, "Ow." In the quietest semi-stoic voice I have ever used. 5 reached out his hand to help me up, instead of taking the hand, I clung to his chest, "Never again, okay?" my voice squeaked.
He wrapped his arms around me, lifting me up, "okay, I promise, never again." He set me down, "I'm surprised you were conscious during that!"
"You have no idea." I smiled.
"Try having a PATCH stitched to your face."
You win, 5. You win.
I stroked his face and smiled warmly, "thanks for saving my life." I slightly laughed and stumbled out of his room.
Once I was far enough away, I cheered, "YES!!! YESYESYESYESYESSS!!!"  I felt like flying. If I wanted to melt, that was okay, but FLYING? OH, HOW I LOOOOVE- Love.
I announced the word, "Love… love? How? Does he love me?" Pah, what does he care? He can't even pick up on my flirts. He wouldn't know it was flirting if I kissed him- … nevermind.
But my mind couldn't stop my feet; I was already running back to 5. I burst past his door; he pivoted around quickly, "5-…" how did I start it off? "5- God, why is it so hard to talk to you!?!?"
He stared at me, an unknowing expression before it dramatically changed, "Oh… 6!" he hugged me tightly and I accepted it with joy.
But with every rise, there is a fall.
And that fall is 1, standing in the doorway, mad as ever.
"I see you dared to return," he looped his staff around my neck, "6."