Painful pasts and terrible truths

Chapter 74

I woke up one morning to find Virgil in my bed, asleep, with his jumpsuit on still, poor baby, he was curled up, in the fetal position, I tapped him a few times, he slowly stirred from his sleep, he didn't look very happy.

"Good morning honey" I giggled and kissed him, he's so cute when he's sleepy.

"Morning, ugh, I need to have a bath, my whole body just aches" Virgil complained, I noticed he had a few cuts and bruises.

"Aww ok, you go and run a bath, I'll be with you in a minute" I yawned.

"Wait what, you don't need to have a bath with me" he seemed a little startled by my comment.

"There is no way in hell I'm letting you have a bath on your own, plus I can help you wash yourself and give you a massage to soothe those aching muscles of yours" I smiled and nuzzled him when I got out of bed.

"Oh ok" Virgil sighed, he seemed down, I wonder if he's ok.

I followed him to the bathroom, he took his jumpsuit off and his clothes, I saw red marks on his skin, he had lots of bruises, poor thing, this rescue must have been a bad one, he got into the bath and he sat there, doing nothing.

"Baby are you ok" I wondered.

"No, everything j-just h-hurts" Virgil sniffed, I saw a few tears roll down his cheek.

I took my clothes off, I got into the bath with him and I hugged him.

"Just cry, it's ok" I reassured him.

"I can't, Scott will yell at me again" Virgil muttered.

"Why should he have the right to yell at you, you need to cry, how long have you been holding it in" I asked.

"A long time" oh god is he ok, I kissed his forehead.

"You know you can cry around me, I just don't want you to get hurt, come on, I don't mind seeing you cry" I mumbled, I snuggled against him, I hugged him again he rested his chin on my shoulder.

A few moments later he started crying, his grip around me tightened, he was quivering and shaking, I kept him close, I felt awkward because if he slips he gets a face full of my chest area.

"I-I'm s-scared" Virgil cried.

"Shh, it's going to be alright, I love you so much, you're so wonderful and beautiful and perfect, baby, you're going to be ok" I comforted him.

"I just want to be able to cry properly without being yelled at for once in my life" Virgil sobbed.

"You're crying now, and I'm not yelling at you, you're a gorgeous person, you don't deserve to hold all of these emotions in" I whispered into his hair.

This was like a stab in the chest, he sat there crying his little heart out, I feel sorry for him, I didn't realise he needed me this much, I didn't realise he was in this much pain. I got out of the bath and dried myself off, I wanted to leave him to it, I left my bedroom door open for him, I waited for about half an hour before Virgil came back, he had damp hair and he walked over to my bed and he fell forwards onto it.

"Just end my suffering" Virgil spoke muffled words as his face was pressed into my duvet.

"Honey it's ok, I bet you even Scott has bad days, so he can't complain, stress affects us all in different ways, some worse than others and we all handle it differently" I tried to comfort him but I was reminded of my own struggles with stress, he crawled over to me and rested his head on my stomach, I started playing with his hair, I liked this atmosphere, it was perfect.

"I know, I'm sorry, I'm getting too emotional about it" Virgil muttered and he closed his eyes, he must be really tired.

"Do you want anything to eat, I was going to make myself something for lunch" I offered.

"I'm not hungry at the moment, I'll make myself something in a minute" Virgil yawned, he removed himself from my stomach, and he went to lie down normally.

"I'll get you a little snack and a drink, baby" I smiled at him sweetly as I got up and left the room.

I made myself something to eat, I wasn't up for it but I need to eat, for his sake, I can't let myself starve, he'll notice and get upset and I don't want to make him even more upset than he is now. Grandma Tracy had baked some brownies, they looked decent enough to eat so I picked a couple up for Virgil to eat, I hope he'll accept it, I got a drink for him as well.

"And I'm back, I got you something" I grinned.

"Thanks kitten, just put it on the side and I'll eat it later" Virgil sighed.

I crawled back into bed, he's so cute, I nuzzled his neck and he giggled a little bit, he fell asleep, I liked watching his chest rise and fall as small breaths escaped his lips.

*Virgil's POV*

I was having a dream about mum, she smiled at me, and it made me happy, I was holding her hand as she led me through a forest of some sorts, we stopped at a tree for a while.

"Look at how you've grown, I'm so proud of you" mum was still smiling, she kissed my forehead.

"Thanks" I whispered.

"You've got a wonderful girlfriend, you're saving lives, but I just have one problem Virgil" mum frowned.

"What is it, mum, what have I done wrong" I was growing concerned.

"Why didn't you save me" mum wondered, the scenery around us had changed, the fear and pain was rising in my gut, it was the Swiss mountains that had claimed her.

"I don't understand I tried-" I was silenced by the howling wind.

"Why didn't you save me, help me!" mum screamed, she grabbed hold of my arm, she was melting, this was scaring me, I noticed that my arm had started to melt with her.

All I could hear was her repeatedly screaming "help me" my breathing quickened, my mind was groggy, I just couldn't move, I closed my eyes, tears were beginning to fall from my cheeks, I felt a hand on my shoulder, I looked up, it was mum, she was standing next to 10 year old me, holding my hand.

"Oh Virgil can't you just grow up and stop crying" mum smiled a sickening smile.

I woke up in a panic, I saw Scott leaning on the door frame, he was scared, I started crying again, I didn't like this at all, I ran to the bathroom and I threw up in the toilet.

"Virgil what's wrong" Scott asked shakily, he was panting, had he ran after me in attempt to help me.

"I had an awful nightmare" I sobbed, I couldn't stop crying, I don't care if he yells at me.

"Shh it's ok, I'm here" Scott whispered, he grabbed a tissue and began to wipe the vomit from around my mouth, he cradled me as I pressed my face into his sky blue chambray shirt.

John had entered the bathroom, he knelt down to our level, he was worried.

"What's wrong buddy" John wondered.

"I h-had a nightmare about mum" I wailed.

John's eyes widened in fear, he wrapped his arms around us, I was quivering and shaking, Scott was trying his hardest to calm me down, after a while I had stopped crying violently, John ran his hand through my hair.

"It's ok, do you want to tell dad about it" John questioned me.

I shook my head, I felt like a 5 year old in the arms of Scott, he had a worried look, the stress lines on his face were starting to show.

I was so scared.