Virgil stood in his bathroom, his eyes glued to the mirror. He was frozen in panic, unable to move as blood trickled from his mouth down his chin and staining his purple shirt with bright red blotches.
He coughed violently, spitting out a single red rose petal, or maybe it wasn't red, it was impossible to tell while covered in his blood.
"Virgil?" He heard Patton say, knocking on the door. "Are you alright? You've been in there for almost half an hour."
Virgil made an attempt to clear his throat to respond, but he ended up nearly collapsing in a fit of coughs. "Virgil?" Patton only sounded more worried.
"I-i'm fine," Virgil said hoarsely.
"Can I come in?" Patton asked.
Virgil started to respond, but was cut off by another flurry of his own coughs. Patton turned the handle on the door. "I'm coming in."
He opened the door to find Virgil in a heap on the tiled floor, flower petals and blood scattered around him. Patton stared in shock. Virgil glanced up at him, "I-it's fine. I have-" cough "-Hanahaki. Nothing to worry about." Patton crouched down and wrapped Virgil in a hug. "You're gonna get your shirt stained," Virgil said.
"I don't care," Patton responded, not letting go.
Virgil smiled weakly. "Please don't tell the others."
Patton pulled away. "Not even Logan? I'm sure he could help."
"Please don't."
Patton stood up. "Okay. But say something if you need help, alright?"
Virgil nodded, and Patton left the bathroom, closing the door gently.
