Red: he spat at George as he walked out. Although as soon as he was alone he curled up in the corner rocking himslef gently. Damian simply rolled his eyes and threw a towel at him before he left.

George: George swore under his breath as he reached the top of the stairs, ruffling his hair frankly. George took out his phone again but his phone died right as he opened the messages app, swearing under his breath. He just curled up on the ground, feeling too exhausted to do anything.

Red: you could hear his screams throughout the house, he went silent after a full minute of screaming. A few doors slammed from downstairs then someone began to yell at him for being too loud.

George: George stood, rubbing his eyes as he sighed walking back downstairs and throwing the door open as he mumbled curse words under his breath.

Red: The blood on the floor that was there just seconds before George left was dried now. Caked onto the other blood that had been there.

George: "I leave for five fucking seconds," George hissed as he walked over to where Red had been, "and everything goes to shit!! What the actual hell??"

Red: he was laying on the ground covered in dry blood and cuts. He looked up at George all confused. "Didn't you say you'd butt out of my shit?"

George: "Oh I did? Well I don't remember that so we are gonna forget it ever even happened," George spoke with a shrug before kicking Red's foot. "Can you stand alright or do you need help?"

Red: he looked like he was goi no to scream in pain, although he stopped himself and held his breath to keep quiet. His achilles tendon hs been slashed so he couldn't walk. This was one of the very few times that he actually showed that he was in pain.

George: "I will take that as a yes...," George mumbled before holding out a hand. "Come on. Let's go. I hate this bloody room."