Let The Flames Begin
Chapter 8
Summary: Virgil talks to his friends
Genre: Alternate Universe
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): Prinxiety, mentions of Logicality
Word count: 1447
Warnings: Injury mentions, Death mentions, Flashbacks, Blood mentions,
Let me know if there’s any more I should add!
Virgil slept again and was woken up by Denise shaking him awake.
"Hey, Roman's awake if you want to come to see him, dear," She whispered. Virgil sprung out of his chair, suddenly feeling full of energy. Denise smiled sadly and added. "Be calm and gentle, he's still a bit out of it,"
"Where are you guys going?" Virgil queried, wondering why they weren't still with Roman.
"Just to the cafeteria for a while," Denise replied, looking over at Richard who was waiting for her.
He looked over at the doors to where the rooms were and sighed softly. "Okay," Was all he said before he went on his way to see Roman.
The nurses let him into where the intense care was and when he got to Roman's door his heart dropped in his chest.
Can I handle seeing him like this? He thought.
Virgil opened the door slowly, fighting thoughts that told him to flee, and saw Roman laying in the bed. He had one of those cotton hospital gowns on and a bandage on his head but he looked, like Roman. Paler and sleepier, but still Roman.
"Stormcloud?" Roman wondered excitedly as Virgil came into his line of vision.
Virgil smirked at the nickname. "Yeah… it's okay if I come in?"
"Of course! I've been uh, waiting for you," Roman told him and Virgil's cheeks flushed on command.
Virgil then went up to Roman and sat in the armchair beside the boy.
He then just stared at Roman for a bit before breaking the silence. "How are you feel- That's a dumb question I'm sorry,"
"No no, not at all. I'm uh, I'm feeling okay,"
Roman was surprisingly not out of it like his Mom said he would be, and Virgil assumed seeing him had sobered the boy up.
"You sure?" Virgil asked, his voice full of uncertainty and guilt brewing in his stomach.
It was at this point that Roman finally noticed Virgil's tense shoulders and pained expression. "Are you alright, Virge?"
"I- yeah. I just feel bad is all," Virgil replied, now looking away toward the door.
Roman raised a brow. "Why? It wasn't your fault," He insisted, but Virgil still wouldn't make eye contact. "Hey!" Roman yelled, to try and get Virgil to meet his gaze.
Roman smiled when Virgil's eyes focused on him again and he repeated what he had said prior, but with more conviction. "It wasn't your fault,"
Virgil's eyes filled with tears but he blinked them away. "Let's not talk about that. This is about you," He avoided the topic because he was scared but Roman wasn't going to give up yet.
"I am fine, Virge," Roman reassured. "I promise,"
"You got impaled and it was my fault!" Virgil yelled. "I couldn't control my powers and it distracted you… and you could have died! You just got major surgery so don't lie and say you're fine to spare my feelings,"
Roman's eyes widened at Virgil's tone. "I was worried about you, yes, but that doesn't make the crash your fault,"
Virgil exhaled sharply, getting flashbacks of the accident. The blood. The fire. He was so entranced by his thoughts that he didn't realize he was crying until he wiped his face with his hands, and that brought him back to earth. "If I wasn't in the car it wouldn't have happened!"
"Virgil… I-" Roman started but cut himself off. "C' mere,"
Virgil came closer as told.
"I just wanted to tell you that I-" Before Roman could get a word in Virgil pressed a soft kiss to Roman's lips. Roman kissed back after a few moments and smiled against the kiss.
Virgil was the first to break contact.
"I thought you didn't feel the same way," Roman faltered, laying himself back down in bed.
Virgil sighed. "I do… this stuff is just hard for me. I uh, I don't like being touched without warning. I know I just did that to you and I understand if you are mad,"
Roman scoffed. "Mad? I have been waiting for that all week. I mean!-"
Virgil snickered at him. "You were hiding it terribly,"
Roman laughed at himself. "Oh good,"
Then Virgil sobered up for a moment and he sat beside Roman again. "The truth is. I have felt the same way for a while but, I just am scared to get close to anyone again. When my parents died, it was the worst day of my life and if you… I just can't lose anyone again. So I thought if I stayed friends with you, you would be safe, but as long as you are around me you're in danger,"
"Virgil… I don't care," Roman replied honestly. "I… really like you. My life has been so much more colorful since you came into it and, I am very glad to have met you,"
Virgil was blinking back tears again. "I just can't have you go dying on me without knowing that I like you too… then you almost did die and I had to take this opportunity," Then Virgil remembered Roman's Mom's words.
"Your Mom said you would be really out of it," Virgil told him.
"Oh… I was but then… I saw your cute face?" This was supposed to be smooth but it was hard to be smooth in a hospital gown.
“Nice try, dumbass,” Virgil commented with a laugh.
Roman laughed at himself awkwardly in response. "Okay, yeah. I deserve that,"
Then Roman’s parents came in. “We just went to see Patton and he asked for you, Virgil,” Denise announced.
“Me? Really?” Virgil wondered.
Denise sighed. “Well, he asked for Logan first but we had to tell him Logan went home. Then he asked if you were still here,”
“Oh, okay,” Virgil replied, feeling sympathy for Patton who was looking for his boyfriend, and he wasn’t even here when he needed him. “Where is his room?” Virgil asked Denise.
“Just down the hall. Room 304,” She told him with a smile.
“Okay, thanks… bye Roman,” Virgil lent a small smile at the older boy and Roman smiled back at him fondly. “Bye,” He waved to the Prince’s and they smiled at him.
Virgil walked down the hall to find a room that said 304 and underneath there was a piece of paper that said “Patton Baker” on it. When he went in he saw Patton, and he was crying.
Patton’s eyes were covered by his messy hair and his hands which were catching his tears, and he had stitches in his cheek as well as on his forehead.
“Pat?” Virgil was concerned but had no idea how to comfort people, so he just sat in the chair beside his friend and smiled softly.
“Oh, Virgil,” Patton muttered, rubbing his eyes to hide his tears but they were already red and puffy.
“You alright?” Virgil asked and then felt stupid again.
Patton dodged the question. “Did Logan say anything before he left?” Patton wondered.
Virgil quirked a brow. “No, he didn’t… why?”
Patton’s face clenched as if he was about to cry again. “Oh… okay,” Was all he said before he looked away toward the window.
“What’s wrong?” Virgil pried.
Patton exhaled sharply. “I uh, I just hoped he would be here when I woke up, you know?”
Virgil was against most physical affection, but he wanted to make the boy feel better, so he placed a comforting hand on Patton’s hand, and Patton laced their fingers together in acceptance of said affection.
Patton was quiet for a few moments, and Virgil was always quiet, so silence fell between the two for a few moments until Patton spoke. “Thank you, for staying. You’re a good friend,”
“Of course, Pat,” Virgil said, lending his friend a smile. He wasn’t the best smiler either but he was trying his best and that was what mattered.
The two just hung out most of the day after that until visiting hours were over, and had fun while the fun lasted. Patton was thankful for Virgil being there, he needed a friend to distract him from his pain, both physically and mentally, and Virgil did an excellent job, despite his fears.
Virgil couldn’t wait until his friends were out of this place, because hospitals always seemed to be the start of bad things for him, and they brought back a lot of trauma, but he was thankful for them because this one was the reason his friends were okay right now, and if he ever lost them he wouldn’t know what to do.
He hoped he would never have to face that, but he didn’t really know for sure. No one really does.
