conversations // prinxiety ✔

♥ 35 - pale ♥

*tw: blood and cuts*

*virgil's pov*

Logan came down the hall soon after Patton stared in shock at what he saw, tears welling up.

Logan took the glasses off of Patton and put them on himself. He gasped loudly and tried to turn the doorknob.

"I-It's locked," I said quietly.

He groaned and then kicked the door down.

"Logan?! How the fuck?!"

"Exercise is good for both mental and physical health."

I rushed inside and knelt down next to Roman's unconscious body. He was even paler than me and his hair was a mess. I felt his hand and he wasn't warm and comfortable, he was freezing cold.

"No, this can't be happening!" I cried.

And then I noticed...

Blood.

Blood was seeping through his white sleeves so I rolled them up quickly. As soon as I did, I wanted to look away. Logan put his hands in from of Patton's eyes.

Bloody cuts were scattered all over his left arm, and on his right, "STUPID" was cut in.

"Patton, you can't see anything, but Roman needs to get to the hospital! NOW!" I yelled.

"Is he dying?!" Patton gasped.

"Probabl- WAIT! He's saying something..."

We all shut up and listened to Roman's croaky, quiet, incoherent mumbling.

The mumbling stopped and he fell silent again.

♥

He was dying.

In the hospital.

Right in front of me.

Nobody knew what to do but to clean up the blood, bandage him up, and hope for the best. He was barely breathing.

"What are your relations to Roman Sanders?" the doctor asked.

This is a stupid question.

"Friend," Patton said.

"Friend," Logan said as well.

I didn't know what to say.

"What about you?" the doctor asked and gestured to me.

What was I supposed to say? Friend? Ex? Boyfriend?

"Boyfriend," I said awkwardly.

He looked at me with strong sadness. "Roman may not make it. But I'm praying for him. It seems like he's been poisoned and we tried to get it out of him. That's very strange because with all the blood he lost, it's nearly impossible he would be able to lose so much while staying conscious enough to consume whatever strange substance went into him. We suspect that someone else must have been the cause of this, but we aren't sure. Right now, we assume he'll have to stay for a long time before we find out how to help him."

I nodded.

A different doctor came in with a sad smile. "Roman Sanders isn't doing too well, but a bit of color has restored to his body."

"Can I see him?" I blurted out.

"Of course."

I followed one of them into the room where Roman was laying unconscious. He gestured to a seat next to Roman that I could sit in. I thanked him and he left me alone in the room of me and my dying ex boyfriend.

"So..." I said, "this is your second time in the hospital because of me." I gulped as I cried silently. "I-I'm sure you'll still love me if you wake up...

"I was trying to calm down by humming Mary Poppins songs because they remind me of you. Since you're practically perfect in every way... Get it?

"I was so stupid. I should've killed Deceit when I had the chance. But then Thomas wouldn't be able to tell white lies and like Logan said, everyone lies a lot more than they think they do. But I guess, with Deceit gone, I wouldn't be able to lie to you... that's a good thing. Now he's going to do the same thing to you that he did to me.

"I read your text. It was really sweet. I don't know if you read my replies. Also, I told the doctor, you're my boyfriend. Is that weird?

"I- I love you. I don't want you thinking you're stupid or anything. You're not. I mean, you did do some pretty dumb shit... But we're both idiots and we both learned. Please tell me you're going to make it. Well you can't really tell me because you're unconscious, but... Please make it. I can't live without you."

I buried my face in my hands and whispered, "I miss you."

I sat in silence waiting for something. Anything.

Maybe Roman would sit up and tell me it was all a prank.

Maybe he would somehow become his normal skin color, all his cuts would go away, and he would kiss me and we'd live happily ever after.

Maybe I would give him a true love's kiss and he'd wake up and tell me how much he loves me and I'd say it right back.

Maybe he'd wake up ready to fight, grab his sword, and slice Deceit into a million slimy french fries.

Maybe I'd wake up in bed and he would be there next to me to calm me down from a horrible nightmare and nothing would have been real.

That didn't happen.

For four days.