Finally, the brothers all managed to pull the door open. And right before their eyes, lay Ichimatsu. His left arm was covered in blood, and he was out cold.

"Ichimatsu nii-san!" Jyushimatsu cried, sitting beside his brother in the blood.

"Totty! Call the ambulance!" Choromatsu ordered. "Ichimatsu isn't responding to anything!"

Karamatsu and Osomatsu sat on the floor with Jyushimatsu, gently petting him on the back.

"It will be okay..." Osomatsu comforted, but his words were empty, filled with lies. Deep down, Osomatsu knew that Ichimatsu wasn't okay. He never was. Always sitting alone, saying he didn't want friends, not participating in family activities. "He's not even breathing!" Osomatsu yelled at himself. "I'm the eldest one here! I should have been taking better care of him!"

Jyushimatsu just wouldn't stop crying. He clung to Ichimatsu's head, making it wet with his salty tears. His oversized yellow hoodie had blood stains on it now, but he could care less. All he wanted was to see Ichimatsu.

Finally, after several minutes of silence and utter shock, the ambulance arrived. They took Ichimatsu away on a stretcher, refusing to let the brothers go with him.

"If his condition is serious, we'll give you a call. If not, please stay put for now." The paramedic said seriously, slamming the ambulance doors shut, blocking out the five brothers.

"Nii-san!" Jyushimatsu cried, trying to run after the ambulance as it sped off towards the hospital.