Grace had finished stitching Luther's self-inflicted wounds and requested Allison to give up some of her blood (Vanya is too light, Klaus just drank some brandy, Diego immediately faints after seeing the needle, leaving Allison the only choice). Luther would hate to have his clothes torn off, freely displaying his scars from his most-recent top surgery to Grace and his siblings.

"I-is he g-gonna be ok-k?" Diego looked up to see Grace, tears glistening his face.

"Of course," Grace nodded. "It's a good thing you told me when you told me, Klaus."

"Why?" Klaus asked, looking up to face Grace, Ben's intangible hand holding Luther's.

"He hit an artery, any longer and he wouldn't be salvageable," Grace explained. Allison's breath hitched as she placed her hand on Luther's shoulder. "Now, I think it's best that we all leave."

"Mum, I think we should remove all things he can use to harm himself again." Vanya kept her head down, eyes fixated on the sleeping brother. "In case he wakes up alone."

"Good idea, Vanya dear." Grace smiled as she opened the door, pushing away all medical-related things like needles (it's obvious), heart monitor (he can use the cables to hang himself- it's definitely long enough) and bottles of anaesthesia (he can overdose on them), pushing all that to the room beyond.

"I think we should leave him to rest," Grace said to her children. "Let's go!"

Vanya is the first to leave, followed by Allison and Klaus. Diego stayed behind, touching on his almost-dead brother's shoulder.

"Y-you could've d-died," Diego sighed. "I-I know I don't always sh-show it, but I l-love you. Y-you're my brother too."

After he's finished with his small message, Diego leaves. Ben sighed, the last time Luther was unconscious on the infirmary bed was for a happy event of his SRS, performed by Grace as always. Ben held Luther's hand, yet Luther didn't stir. Luther most likely didn't even feel Ben's hand on his (oh, and also he didn't stir when Allison rubbed his shoulders or Diego's speech). Ben didn't care, though, and kept rubbing circles.

"Luther-" Ben looked down Luther's bandaged arm, his own cut scar showing. "You don't have to follow me. I don't want you to follow me- not yet."

But of course, Luther doesn't hear. Ben stood up, his hand leaving Luther's. He walked up to the picture gallery, seeing Grace looking down a picture album. There're pictures of the seven as babies, as children, as young teens, as teens, after Five's disappearance, and after Luther's finished with his SRS. Ben smiled, for a moment in those pictures are they really normal children.

There's one taken when they're just about 5? 6? It's of all the seven, but it wasn't a formal picture. Reginald was having a business trip for days and left all the children with Grace, taking Pogo. Ben was 'drawing' on the wall with crayons, Klaus was scaring Five with a pair of pants on a stick, Allison was arm-wrestling with pre-transition Vanya, pre-transition Luther was dancing around, wearing a fake tiara and pink dress whilst pre-transition Diego was laughing at him, wearing a periwinkle blue dress. Ben's heart melts as he sees this picture. Underneath was the writing 'Luisa, Dominica, Allison, Klaus, Luis, Vanya. February 17th, 1997'.

Guilt gnawed into Ben as he knew Luther would definitely not appreciate anyone seeing that picture. Though he rarely says, it's obvious that it hurts him when anyone refers to him as a girl or if anyone recalls the moments before his transition began. He says it more when Five is being referred to as a boy, when Klaus is referred to as a boy at the times when Klaus isn't, when Vanya is referred to as a boy, or when Diego is referred to as a girl. Ben doesn't understand, but now he gets it. Ben steps into Klaus' room to see Klaus drinking a bottle of brandy.

"Benerino!" Klaus smiled. "What's up?"

"Can you do me another favour?" Ben asked. "For Luther, Diego, and Five."

"Why is it always about Luther?" Klaus whined, putting the bottle. Ben was about to protest when Klaus held up a finger to shush him. "Yes, technically once, but it's a big favour! And I don't even get a thank you! I was having a drink, Casper!"

"Luther is fucking fighting for his life, you bloody fool!" Ben points out the door. Klaus shrugs. "No drink is more bloody important than a person's life! He tried to save me-"

"But he didn't."

"Stop pointing out what he couldn't do!" Ben shouted. "He didn't really save me- but neither did you!"

"What's the dealio?" Klaus asked. "What do you want me to do this time?"

"Talk to Mum," Ben said. "Get Mum to remove a couple of pictures from the photo album of when we were young-"

"Why?"

"Just the ones that have Luther and Diego in dresses and change Luther's, Five's, and Diego's deadnames," Ben continued like he's never interrupted. "I didn't understand what it feels like to hate your own body and to hate your own fate, but I do now. I hate that I'm dead!"

"So?!" Klaus asked back. "What's that gotta do with our childhood photos?!"

"Some has Luther and Diego in dresses and Luther's, Diego's, and Five's deadnames, remember?" Klaus' eyes widened in realisation. "There's a reason why neither he, Diego, or Five ever voluntarily stepped into the gallery. You're genderfluid, you'd understand!"

"Well, I do understand-" Klaus gestured themself. "But like, that's our childhood pictures. I understand what you're saying, but I don't want to lose the memories of our childhood. We don't get a repeat."

"Klaus-" Ben held their shoulder. "Not all the pictures, just those with Luther and Diego wearing dresses. Get Mum to replace all 'Luisa's with 'Luther's, 'Luis's to 'Five's, and 'Dominica's to 'Diego's. It's not that much."

"Fine."