Realms | Prinxiety

Sick

(TW: mention of sh scars, mention of not eating a lot (so slight an/r/xia), sick-fic vibe)

Virgil woke up slowly at around midday. It wasn't too out of the ordinary, but it was later than his usual. He put it down to the sick feeling he had in his stomach that had been bothering him for the last week. He got up and stretched a bit, the red and pink lines on his arms being extremely prominent in the small line of light that got through the closed blinds. Virgil saw himself in the mirror and easily figured that he wouldn't need much make-up at all under his eyes.

Virgil went into the bathroom and actually didn't do much. His bad mental health got in the way of looking after himself a lot. As he got dressed, however, his stomach suddenly felt like it twisted. Virgil doubled over in pain, letting out a low groan. The feeling subsided, and the anxious side stood up straight slowly, paranoid that if he made any rash movements, it would trigger the sensation to come back.

He managed to get dressed slowly in his normal black jeans, purple t-shirt and hoodie, and began making his way downstairs. Virgil gripped onto the handrail and took each step one at a time, scared his legs would give out from underneath him and he'd fall down the stairs. Eventually, he made it and he flumped down onto the couch, exhausted, way too much to care about what or how he was sitting on something.

In this case, he was laying down on the couch with his arm dangling off and one of his legs on the back cushion, putting a dent in it and dragging it down.

Patton came out of the kitchen, having seen Virgil come down the stairs. "Hey, kiddo, you okay?" He asked the anxious bean.

Virgil opened one eye and looked at who it was. "Hey, Pat... I'm fine, just not feeling particularly good today..."
"Do you want me to get you some water?"

Virgil's anxious brain went wild, thinking all the stupid things like 'Don't make him, you're a burden on him' and 'He doesn't actually care, he just pities you.' Virgil was well trained with ignoring these thoughts, so he shoved them to the back of his mind.

"Yeah, please..." Virgil said. He just noticed then how weak his voice was.

"Alright, kiddo. Try to sit yourself up so you can drink it, okay?" Patton said softly. "Or do you need some help?"

"No, no, I'll be fine... I can sit up..." Virgil waved him off, beginning to sit up. He felt that twisting feeling in his stomach again, but hid it until Patton was in the kitchen again, grabbing a glass and filling it with water. He opened his mouth in a silent scream, as he had to keep in the low noises of pain trying to escape.

He had to quickly compose himself as he heard footsteps coming down the stairs, so he shut his mouth and sat up a little bit, but kept one arm wrapped around his stomach.

'Of course it's Princey...' Virgil thought to himself. He straightened his back so that he wasn't as hunched over.

"Well hello, Emo Nightmare. It's good to see you sitting somewhere that's actually meant to be sat on." Roman said with a small smile.

Virgil was suspicious. Why was Roman being civil and not instantly going for the insults. However, he only managed a grunt in response as Patton came back from the kitchen with the glass of water. He took it and thanked Patton before taking a small sip.

The small sips only continued on for a few seconds before Virgil's stomach twisted again. He dropped the glass on the carpet and ignored the cold water splashing out onto his legs as he doubled over again, groaning in pain.

"Virge? You okay?" Patton asked worriedly. He looked up at Roman who came and kneeled down in front of Virgil.

"Hey, what's going on?" The prince asked, then gasped a little as Virgil slipped off the couch and onto his lap. He instinctively wrapped his arms around the smaller man. "Whoa, Virge? You okay?"

He heard a faint 'Help me...' Before Virgil passed out.
Roman kept him close and looked to Patton, who had gone ultimate dad mode and was feeling Virgil's temperature.

"He's burning up. Roman, take him to your room and keep it cool. I would say Virgil's own room but we can't look after him in there, so yours will have to do. I'll bring up some food, drink and fever medicine, along with something to keep him cool. Try to not have to remove his hoodie, you know how he gets about it."

Roman nodded, trying to take in and process all of the information quickly. He picked Virgil up and gasped. "Pat, he's so light..."

"He doesn't eat much, and he hasn't eaten... basically anything in the past week. I keep trying to get him to but he just refuses, and I can't exactly force-feed him, that'll set off a panic attack."

Roman nodded. "See you in a minute padre."
Patton nodded and rushed to the kitchen to get a tray of supplies together.

Roman adjusted his hold on Virgil and took him up to his room. With a single thought, he opened and propped open the door, closed the curtains so that it wasn't bright and made sure the room had a nice cool breeze going through it at all times without the window being open, because that would move the curtains.
He tried to lay Virgil on the comfortable king-sized bed, but said anxious trait was holding on tightly. The prince knew he'd never be able to get Virgil off of him, so he just took off his and Virgil's shoes and got on the bed with Virgil sat on his lap, cuddled into him.

While waiting for Patton, Roman began to think.

He knew that Virgil didn't eat very much at all, but the fact that he hadn't been eating anything made it feel like he had been feeling sick for longer than just today. Roman wanted to know what was going on, so he was going to get his answers.

When Virgil was better, of course.