Roman walked up the stairs into the cool apartment. It was the beginning of June, and yet it was already burning hot.
He walking into the apartment, rolling up his shirt sleeves as he set his bag on a table. He frowned, the apartment seeming quieter than usual. No quiet sighs, no hushed whispers. Nothing.
"Hello?" he called.
Nothing.
He frowned, figuring Remy was probably out again and Virgil was finally not pretending to e a vampire. He shrugged to himself before noticing a small note on the table.
He picked it up. The handwriting was jagged. Quick. Frantic.
I took remy to the ER next to 112th. DON'T TALK TO LOGAN, DON'T TALK TO ANYONE. just get over here, and don't let anyone stop you.
Roman frowned. Virgil was usually anxious, but something like this... Roman would have thought that he'd use his phone.
He pulled out his phone to text Virgil.
You: hey is everything alright? how's remy?
You: i saw your note btw i'll be over in a second
A short messaged dinged below the two.
Your message cannot be sent at the moment. Please Please Please Please Please Please
The rest of it continued past the keyboard, getting cut off on either side and the bottom of the screen, the text a bright red.
Then his phone rang.
He fumbled with it for a second, surprised, before studying the caller's ID.
It was Logan.
He looked back at the note.
Then he shut off his phone, grabbed his bag, and went out the door.
He walked along quietly, eyes flashing to every person that passed by him. Tense. The air had gotten a sudden chill, and Roman didn't think it was from it turning to night.
He walking into the hospital, glancing around before walking up to the desk.
"Hey there," the receptionist said, smiling up at Roman, fingers poised over the keyboard. "How can I help you today?"
Roman found himself staring at the man. Were his eyes too perfect? His hair just right? Something was offputting, and now that Roman thought about it, it was just him being nervous. It wasn't the receptionist. He was just letting Virgil get to him. It was fine.
He offered a small grin. "My roommate said that he'd brought his brother here, and wanted me to come."
"I see, I see." The man turned his gaze down to the keyboard, typing away. "Your name is?"
"Roman."
"Mmhmm." The receptionist typed a bit more before pointing him off in the right direction. "A right, a left, then it's the second door on the right."
"Thank you so much," Roman said with a small nod, following the man's directions. He knocked twice at the door, glancing around until it opened.
A familiar face appeared and he was tugged inside, the door quickly shutting behind him. "Did you talk to anyone?" Virgil demanded.
"Can you explain-"
"Did you?" he repeated, voice low.
"Other than the guy at the front desk, no."
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أدب الهواة[multishippers, get your asses in here. this one's for you 💖] Roman Trente has a few things. A roommate that he's gotten fond of. Well, as fond as you can be of a short, emo nightmare. Fond nonetheless. They're as close as he'd like them to be. Whi...
