The tragedy

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Virgil's POV~

I make sure that I am home alone. Once I am sure I walk into the bathroom and lock the door, I have a razor blade in my hand. "you won't do it, coward". I start to tremble as tears fall down my cheeks. Pain flows through my body as I cut deep into my wrists. Blood spills from my arms, forming large puddles on the tile floor. I hear the front door open and Roman speak, "Virgil, I brought home coffee". My vision fades as I fall to the floor, making a loud thud.

~darkness~

Roman's POV~

"Virgil, I brought home coffee" I set down the coffee cups as I hear a loud thud from the bathroom. I rush over to the door, it's locked. I knock on the door, "Virgil, are you okay?" no answer. I knock harder, "Virgil please open the door". I kick open the door, revealing the bloody body of Virgil. I let out a deafening scream, "VIRGIL, VIRGIL PLEASE ANSWER ME". I fall to the ground, lightly shaking Virgil. Tears fog my vision, "Virgil... please wake up". I run to the phone to dial 911.

~15 minutes later~

The paramedics lift Virgil into the ambulance quickly. Patton and Logan pull into the drive-way and run to me. Patton cries first, pulling me into an embrace, "H-how did t-this h-happen?" he stifles out between sobs. "I found him in the bathroom covered in blood... there was a razor blade in his hand". Logan, the emotionless man we know, breaks down into tears with me and Patton. One of the paramedics walks up to us, "Would you all like to ride with him in the ambulance or will you drive separately?". I automatically say "I'll ride in the ambulance, what about you guys?" Patton is buried in Logan's chest so Logan answers for them both, "I don't think Patton can handle seeing him like that for so long, I'll drive him there". The paramedic takes me to the ambulance, I see the other paramedics wrapping his arms in gauze. He cut up his fore-arm and upper-arm, the cuts are scarily deep. The paramedics work on his IV and keeping him alive. I see his hand twitch, I reach my hand over and entwine our fingers. "Please don't die Virgil, I need you" I say as tears run down my face again.

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