A cup of water appeared in front of him, and Vergil snatched it away, forcing himself to breathe before taking a drink. He nearly choked, but managed to swallow it before the coughing began again. A hand smacked his back and he nearly fell out of bed. “Whoops,” Dante said. “Forgot how… uhh…”
“Fragile this form is?” Vergil said, his voice hoarse.
Vergil glared at him. “Where’s Roxy?”
“She’s fine,” Dante said. “Worry about yourself.”
“I told you she’s fine,” Dante huffed, crossing his arms with an indignant glare. “Would I ever lie to you?”
“Yes,” Vergil forced himself to his feet but stumbled the second they touched the ground. Dante reached for him, and it took everything Vergil had to not try pushing him away. His brother was nearly twice his size like this. He’d be lucky if he didn’t knock himself over in the process. “Curse this body,” He muttered, but he didn’t quite mean it.
“At least you’re not a cat.”