She shook her head a little. "My sister wont let us stay. She doesnt really want me but well, you know" She said simply and shrugged. "Why is your sister always busy protecting? Who does she protect?" She asked curiously.

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah im definetly squemish" She said with a smirk and sat on the edge of the couch. "You want me to use my fingers or tweezers of some sort?" She asked

She stared at Willow with confusion but didnt question her. She was pretty sure Willow was wrong but she didnt mention it. She listened to Willow explain her sister with interest. "Huh. I guess that makes sense. So.. she sticks up for the underdog as well?" She asked

"Alright" She said. She wasnt sure where Brokens tweezers were so she went and dug through her own bag of stuff until she found some. She returned to the couch and looked at Broken for a second. "Im going to make a wild guess that its there" She said sarcastically and gently touched the area where there appeared to still be traces of dry blood

Willow nodded. "Yes, thats one way to put it. She became the protector after Shadow died, but besides being a warrior, she also tends to hang out with rejects. Thats why she made her gang actually, everyone there has come from horrible situations, kids that have been hurt, outcasted, kids that are different." She said. "Despite all of this, she has never let anyone in, I don't even know her real name" Willow added.

Broken stiffened at the touch but forced herself to breathe. "Good guess" She said through gritted teeth. "Don't be gentle, just get it out as fast as you can without severly injuring anything else." Broken added, clenching her hands into fists. She wasn't usually one that could feel pain, but bullets were a little difficult to get through.

"Whos Shadow? Is he a friend?" She asked and listened to the part about outcasts and hurt kids. "Let anyone in emotionally" She asked, but it was less of a question and more like a statement. "I wonder why she decided to call herself Broken" She said

She nodded and moved away any fabric near the wound. She looked at it closely and watched Brokens fists clench before putting the tweezers in, finding the bullet after a second, and yanking it out as fast as she could before pressing the towel she had earlier to the wound

"He was our older brother.... I never got to meet him" Willow's cheerful and kind voice took on a hint of sadness as she said this. She nodded when Autumn said Broken didn't let anyone in emotionally. "All I know about her nickname is that she didn't want the one our mother gave her, and the other kids said she was broken, so she decided to take it as her name." She explained. After a moment, she spoke again. "What about your sister? Do you really think she doesn't want you?" She asked.

Broken bit back a gasp as Savayia took the bullet out of her body and pressed the towel down on the wound that was now bleeding again. She dug her finger nails into the skin of her pal and forced herself to breathe. "Thanks" Broken said as she fought to gain control of herself. The bullet is out of you, there is no exuse to be weak anymore A voice in her head told her. Fuck not again She thought to herself, she didn't want to deal with her mental health at the moment.

She tilted her head a little, a habit she had picked up from her sister, when she heard the hint of sadness in her tone. She frowned at the part about there mother but didnt ask questions and she shrugged at Brokens questions. "I think our sisters are very close in personality. Savayia doesnt let anyone in and I dont know why" She said thoughtfully

She nodded and kept the towel to her shoulder. "You have a needle and some thread? I can stitch it" She said. She watched her dig her nails in and couldnt blame her. The wound looked nasty

Willow nodded. "Yes it would seem so," she said wistfully and slightly distant, like she was dreaming she was amongst the stars. "Its strange, both of our sisters seem to be willing to do almost anything to keep us safe, but refuse to let us into their hearts." Willow added.

Broken nodded slowly. "Yes, I think. There might even be sutures in the top drawer under the sink in the upstairs bathrom. If not, there is some regular sewing thread and needles in a little box under the bed in the very last room to the left of the hall." Broken said, focusing on facts and logic, even doing basic math problems in her head. It was easier for her to ignore pain when she was being logical.

She leaned her head back a little, another habit she had picked up and stared at the ceiling. "It it weird" She agreed. "I mean... I just dont understand why." She said softly

She nodded and dropped the towel. She ignored the bathroom and went to the bedroom. She was better with regular thread. She found it and returned to Broken, sitting down again. Grit your teeth. She thought and tied the thread to the needle. "Ready?" She asked, faintly teasing

"Sometimes I think maybe Broken doesn't love me as much as it seems, but I know that isn't it. I think... Maybe because they have been hurt so much, that their scared of giving someone the power to hurt them more" Willow said and layed back on the bed, her legs still hanging off.