His head was pounding. Fucking ow. Yeah, fucking ow. Ow god damn it.
"Fuck."
"Eloquently spoken."
Virgil opened his eyes to find he was laying on his bed with Logan leaning over him, his eyes concentrated on Virgil's forehead. That's weird. Yeah, wait what the fuck?
"What's going on?
" You hit your head after you fell down kiddo."
"I fell?" Virgil groaned.
"After having lost consciousness." Logan. That was definitely Logan.
"Ah, right."
"The wound.. I am concerned." Logan commented.
Virgil realised he must have hit his head. Ugh.
"Allow me to dress it. My abilities may impress you. I have dressed many a injury in the throws of battle." Roman. That was Roman, all four were here.
Virgil was so sleepy..
So very..
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Virgil Suffering
FanfictionTRIGGER WARNING MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, PANIC ATTACKS, AND SELF HARM Anxiety is anxiety and therefore in constant suffering. What happens when the others realise how deep this suffering can get?
