Thomas Sanders One-Shots

Kidnapped- Prinxiety, Part 5

TW: kidnapping, abuse, blood, suggested sexual abuse, Deceit, hospital

Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Virgil groaned as he opened his eyes, glancing around blearily. He was in a bed, a very uncomfortable bed.
He was also surrounded by grey, and white.
There were white walls, grey blinds covering a large window directly ahead of him. It was all very bland.
There was a consistent beeping in the room.
Virgil slowly sat up, and felt something on his right arm. He looked down and saw a large, taped-down needle poking into his vein, connected to a clear tube which hooked up to a large white machine next to him.
It was then that Virgil realised he was in the hospital.
And suddenly everything came back to him in a rush of memories. Roman coming to find him, Devon threatening them, Virgil hitting Devon with a chair, Roman shot- where was Roman?
The beeping had sped up with Virgil's heartbeat, and he attempted to take deep breaths and calm down- but it was no use.
All of a sudden the door opened and in came a nurse, a kind looking lady with short blond hair.
"I'm glad to see you're finally awake, Mr Grey." she said, "You've had quite the run-through."
Virgil shook his head slowly, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment.
"I- don't- hardly- where's Roman?" he managed to get out, swallowing nervously.
The nurse furrowed her brow, "Roman... that would be the tall male who was brought in with the bullet wound to the chest?"
Virgil nodded frantically, "Is he- is he alive?"
"I'm... actually not sure at the moment, Mr Grey." she said sympathetically, "I was just told to come here and assist you."
"Y-you don't know!?" Virgil bit his lip, "Where is he? Which doctor is looking after him? What about Devon? Is he alive? Was there anyone else in the house? I need to fucking know!" Virgil's heart rate was speeding up again, and everything began to seem a little fuzzy.
The nurse frowned, "Virgil, you're having a panic attack, I'm going to have to sedate you-"
"Don't you fucking dare!" Virgil snapped, still hyperventilating, "W-where's Patton? Get P-Patton Cooper for me!"
The nurse- who had been reaching for the tube in Virgil's arm- stopped, and left the room silently.
Virgil gasped for air. He ripped the needle out of his arm and threw it to the ground, crying.
"No no no no no, he can't be dead, he can't be, if he's dead it's my fault, all my fault." Virgil muttered to himself, tearing at his hair.
"I should've just let Devon take me, should've told Roman to leave, shouldn't have let him come to me, shouldn't have-"
"Virgil!"
Virgil whipped his head up at his name being said, and let out a sob when he saw Patton standing in the doorway of his room, hand clapped over his mouth, eyes tearing up.
Patton dropped a bag at his side, ran to Virgil's bed and engulfed him in a hug, squeezing him tightly.
"P-Patton! Devon sh-sh-shot Roman and I don't know w-w-where he is or if he's even alive and I'm s-s-scared-"
Virgil broke off with a sob, burying his face in Patton's shoulder, unable to say anymore.
Patton squeezed his eyes shut, stroking Virgil's purple hair and and softly shushing him.
"Shhh, he's alright Virgil, shh, shhh, everything's okay..."
They rocked gently back and forth, glad to just be in each other's embrace, safe.
Virgil's sobs soon subsided, but he was still shaking.
"R-Roman's okay?" he asked, "He's alive?"
Patton smiled, nodding. "It was a close call, but he's alright now."
"Was there anyone else there? Wherever I was?" Virgil asked.
Patton bit his lip, "There was me, Roman, Logan and Thomas. Devon knocked Thomas out with the butt of his gun and stunned Logan with Romans stun gun. They're both alright, just a little shaken up."
Virgil nodded and closed his eyes, leaning on Pattons shoulder. He sighed and let a few tears deep from his eyes. Patton did the same, squeezing Virgil gently.
"How long have I been out?" Virgil asked quietly, "How long had it been?"
"You were out for a day. It was midday yesterday when we came for you, it's about four-pm now." Patton smiled slightly, "Logan, Thomas and I only left the hospital last night because the security guard had quite a firm grip on us. We haven't left at all today, though."
Virgil let out a breathy laugh, "You guys are incredible."
Patton smiled more, "Anything, for our family."
"Where's- where's Roman?" Virgil asked, "Can I see him?"
Patton nodded, "Yeah." He stood up.
"He was given extreme painkillers, so he might be a little sleepy, but I'm sure he'll be happy to see you."
Virgil smiled slightly, getting out of the bed shakily. He looked down at the hospital gown he was wearing, then up at Patton.
"Do you know where my clothes are?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Your other clothes were filthy, so I brought you some clean ones from home, I hope I picked alright." Patton handed Virgil a bag that he had brought into the room with him, and Virgil took it gratefully.
"I'll leave you to change, meet me outside the door." Patton smiled and left.
Virgil opened the bag curiously, pulling out a pair of torn black jeans, a black long-sleeved MCR shirt, a black beanie, and his black Doc Martins.
A fully black outfit, perfect.
Virgil quickly dressed in the clean clothes, glad to feel more covered than when he was just wearing the hospital gown,which was too big and had an open back.
While dressing Virgil noticed his body. He had dark bruises spreading up and down his arms and legs, as well as his stomach. His head still ached, and he felt a small bandage on his forehead. His nose was also bruised, with a reddish tinge. Virgil shuddered at the sight of these markings, wanting them to disappear.
He left the gown on the bed and opened the door, seeing Patton waiting for him. Patton smiled, handing Virgil an object.
"Here's your phone, I got it from your hoodie sleeve. Great hiding spot, by the way, it took me ages to find it."
Virgil smiled, tucking the phone into his jeans pocket, "I guess, where's Roman's room?"
"I thought we could quickly go see Logan and Thomas, so they know you're awake." Patton said, "They've been worried sick."
Virgil nodded, "Sure."
Patton took Virgil's hand and the two of them walked to the waiting room.
Thomas had apparently fallen asleep in his chair, his head leaning on the arm.
Logan was still awake. He was sitting hunched over with his elbows resting on his legs, facing down, frowning. His left foot was tapping nervously, and he was fidgeting his fingers.
"Logan." Virgil said, smiling slightly, "Hey."
Logan looked up to fast he cricked his neck. When he saw Virgil standing there his eyes widened. He spared a second to shake Thomas awake before leaping up and running to Virgil, wrapping his long arms around the emo man in a tight hug. Virgil hugged him back, somewhat awkwardly, patting his back.
He was confused- however- when he felt Logan shaking, and he pulled away from the hug and was shocked to see tears streaming down the nerds face.
"L-Logan, you're crying?" Virgil asked, dumbfounded.
Logan gave a watery laugh, removing his glasses and wiping the tears from his face.
"B-believe me, I'm j-j-just as shocked as y-you are." he said, "I've just been s-so w-w-worried because of you and- and Roman-" Logan broke off with a small sob, falling against Virgil again.
"G-God, you're making m-me cry." Virgil chuckled, wiping away a few tears of his own.
The two men hugged for a moment longer, then Logan let go and stood over by Patton, looking upset and a little embarrassed.
Thomas walked up to Virgil and gave him a quick hug, thumping his back a little.
"Good job buddy, you survived yet again." he said, smiling.
Virgil returned the smile, "Let's hope it's the last time I have too."
Thomas nodded, letting go of Virgil.
Virgil looked around at his friends, "Do any of you know where Roman's room is?" he asked.
Patton nodded, "Do you just want the number, or should I take you?"
"Just the number's fine." Virgil said.
"Alright, it's Room Three-Seven-Five, just down the hall to the right."
Virgil repeated the number to himself and nodded, saluting his friends as he turned around to find Roman.
"Three-seven-five, three-seven-five, three-seven-five..."
It took Virgil a few minutes to locate the room, and when he did, he gently opened the door, stepping inside and closing it behind him.
Virgil didn't know whether to smile or cry.
He saw Roman on a bed, with his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. His usually shining and well-groomed hair was falling flat in quite an un-flattering way. His skin was almost as pale as Virgil's, and his chapped and faded lips were parted slightly. His head was tilted to the right, resting on the several pillows under his head.
That would've been Patton, Virgil thought, remembering how he had also woken up with more pillows than a hospital usually provides.
Virgil started to cry. Tears streamed down his face, and he wiped them away with the sleeve of his shirt, blinking furiously. He pressed the heel of his palm against his closed eyes, applying pressure until little dots of colour began to litter his vision.
"Virgil?"
Virgil snapped his eyes open, saw blobs of colour for a few seconds, then his vision refocused. He saw Roman, his eyes open slightly, head turned to face Virgil.
"R-Roman." Virgil stuttered, "Hey, b-babe."
The corners of Romans mouth lifted in a small smile, and he sighed.
"Thank god you're okay." he chuckled quietly, "The doctors weren't telling me anything about you, they said I was 'under enough stress as it was', the fuckers. I threatened to sue."
Virgil hiccuped, looking up.
"Of course you did, you drama queen." he said, laughing slightly.
"Hey!" Roman exclaimed, "I was worried about my boyfriend! Is that a crime?"
Shaking his head, Virgil came and sat next to the bed, taking Roman's hand in his. "No, I suppose it's not."
Roman smiled, rubbing his thumb over Virgil's fingers.
Virgil bit his lip, trying not cry again. He squeezed his eyes shut and bowed his head, as if trying to will the tears back into their glands.
"What's wrong, Virge?" Roman asked, noticing his behaviour.
Virgil shook his head, "Nothing, Ro, it's just-" he gave up trying not to cry, "I'm so fucking happy that you're okay."
Roman felt his eyes tear up as well, and pulled Virgil toward him in a hug. Virgil gripped him tightly (careful not to apply too much pressure to his wounded chest) and cried, glad to be in his lovers embrace.
They stayed like that for a while, until they heard a knock at the door.
"Come in!" Roman called, letting go of Virgil, but still gripping his hand.
The door opened and several people walked in.
There was Patton, Logan, Thomas, and Officer Rivers.
"Officer Rivers?" Roman said, "What're you doing here?"
Rivers was in her regular police uniform now, all protective clothing gone. She sighed and bit her lip, eyes shifting back and forth.
"Mr Prince, I- actually, may I call you Roman?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Roman nodded, "Of course, if I may call you by your first name?"
"Thank you Roman, my name's Nicole." Rivers said, smiling slightly.
While Patton, Logan and Thomas found a spot to stand around the room, Nicole folded her arms, biting one of her knuckles.
"Roman, I feel that there's something I should come clean to you about. It's nothing bad!" she said, when Roman looked worried, "At least, I hope it's not bad..."
Roman looked no less worried, so she hurriedly continued.
"Look, Roman, I just want you- and everyone here to know that what I'm about to tell you didn't affect Virgil's case at all, I swear to you, it didn't change anything at all- except maybe want to find him even more-"
"Nicole, what is it?" Roman asked, a little nervous.
Nicole let her arms fall to her side.
"Devon's my brother!"
The shocked silence to follow Nicole's words was deafening.
Roman's mouth has fallen open slightly, his eyes wide, lost for words.
Logan's eyes were just as wide, and he lifted his arm to cover his mouth with his hand.
Patton looked stunned, and a little knowing.
Thomas just seemed dumbfounded, looking back and forth between Nicole and Roman.
"Your- your brother?" Roman said, "What do you mean?!"
Nicole nodded, "Devon and I are twins."
Virgil was- if possible- even more confused and shocked than Roman.
"But- Nicole- Devon told me about his childhood- he told be about his alcohol dad and about Daphne-" Nicole winced at hearing Daphne's name, "-and about the orphanage and the last years of high school- how he was at his lowest point- and how he came a Detective after moving to the U.S.- but he never mentioned a twin sister!"
Nicole nodded, looking down.
"He doesn't consider me a sister anymore."
"Why not?" Roman asked, "What happened between you two?"
Nicole took a deep breath, and began to tell her side of the story.
"We grew up in England. My father, Devon, our younger sister Daphne, and myself. Our mother died while giving birth to Daphne when Devon and I were only five years old. Our father didn't take it well, at all. He started drinking more, staying out later, neglecting us. Devon always loved Daphne, regardless of her being a big part of the reason our mother passed away. He loved her so much, we both did. When Devon and I were fifteen and Daphne was ten my father had a little too much too drink and smoke. He had lost a large bet to one of the guys at the bar, and was mad. Really mad. Devon was at work, Daphne and I were at the house, alone with him."
Nicole swallowed, letting out a shaky breath.
Virgil did the same, knowing what she would say next.
"My father started getting violent. First he just shoved me aside when I tried to speak to him. Then he slapped Daphne for no reason. I got angry at him, saying that there was no reason to be violent. That was when he snapped. He shouted at me, calling me pathetic, a nuisance, a slut." Nicole blinked rapidly when tears started forming in her eyes.
"Daphne was just trying to help. She hardly knew what those words meant but she saw that they were hurting me, making me cry. She- She went up to father and told him to stop, told him to stop being a meanie."
Nicole gave a watery laugh at that, but she wasn't smiling.
"I told her to stop but she wouldn't listen. She kept provoking father and eventually he just picked her up by the neck and threw her at the wall. She died the second her head made contact with the brick. I knew she did, the second that sickening crack sounded the light just disappeared from her eyes. And I cried. I cried a lot. I screamed at my father, shouted at him, walked up to him and beat my fists against his chest, so he pushed me to the ground and kicked me in the chest, breaking several of my ribs. My phone was dead, so I couldn't call the police, and I could hardly breathe but I crawled to Daphne's corpse and held her, I held her and cried. Father just stood there and sneered at us. He was done being angry, he was just sitting down and drinking more. I don't know how much time passed after that, I was barely conscious, but eventually Devon got home. Everything was a blur from then on, I only vaguely remember Devon running to where I was lying with Daphne, shouting, police and medics arriving, being taken in an ambulance, them taking Daphne away from me, and then I woke up in the hospital. Devon was there when I woke up. He told me that father had been arrested, and that we would be sent to an orphanage. I apologised to him. I told him I was sorry so many times, told him that a tried to stop father from doing what he did, told him that I had no way of contacting the police. He said that he understood, brushed it off, but I could see that he didn't understand. He blamed me for Daphne's death, and I can't be mad at him for it. I still feel the guilt to this day, even though I know that there was nothing I could do. Devon and I were sent to an orphanage, but never adopted, because no one wants to adopt a set of depressed teenage twins. We both suffered for the next three years, but Devon suffered more than he let on. It was in those three years that I discovered he was gay. He never actually came out to me, no, but I knew. As cliche or phony as it sounds, it's a twin thing. It honestly is. I never told him that I knew, because it made no difference to me, but I knew that he knew that I knew."
Here Nicole paused and chuckled, glancing around at the five captivated men, then continued.
"After Devon and I graduated we decided to move to the U.S. together, to get a fresh start. It was Devon who proposed we tryout for the police cadets. It was legal to become a cop at nineteen in Florida, so we'd only have to wait a year. I agreed instantly. We started training the following week and a year later, we were cops. Over the next four years Devon and I grew closer, closer than we had ever been. And although we would never be able to forget what happened to Daphne, we were able to move past it and be genuinely happy with our lives. It was in the fourth year when Devon began acting strangely. It appeared that he seemed remorseful towards the criminals we arrested, appeared that he pitied them even. I knew something was wrong so I tried to talk to him, but he clammed up, and wouldn't say a word. He grew more distant with me, no matter what I did. One day he was chasing after a criminal who had murdered his ex-wife. I wasn't there when it happened, but the CCTV footage showed Devon knocking him down, about to cuff him, and then they guy tried to stab him. He only just grazed his face and that was where he got the scar from. When Devon got back from that event I knew that something had clicked in his mind. His eyes- they didn't look normal. I'm not talking any sci-fi bullshit, but they looked different, he looked different. I knew then, that I had lost him."
Patton looked as if he was about to hug Nicole, who was now full-on crying, but Logan held his arm, gently shaking his head.
"Devon quit the police force not long after that. I wasn't surprised, no, but I was hurt. After everything that Devon and I had been through, I thought that we would stick together like we always had. But apparently he had different plans." Nicole finished the sentence darkly, still crying.
She coughed quietly, clearing her throat, and faced Roman and Virgil.
"That was the last I heard from Devon, until four years ago when you were brought into the police station, and I was asked to review the case. I was shocked to see that my brother had actually become a criminal, someone that we used to catch and lock up together. But I didn't let that stop me from doing what I would normally do with a criminal. I did my best to locate him for the next four years, but to no avail. I saw him for the first time in four years tonight, on the floor, lying in a pool of his own blood."
Suddenly Virgil's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth.
"Oh my- Devon!" he stared at Nicole, "Is he- is he-"
"Dead?" Nicole cut him off, raising an eyebrow, "No, he's not dead. But he is going to jail, that's for sure."
"Do you know how long for?" Roman asked, "What his sentence is?"
"Well, we won't know for sure exactly what his sentence will be until after the court views the case." Nicole said, "But from what I've learnt in the police force so far, it'll be one year for stalking, one year for violent abuse, nine years for sexual abuse, and fifteen years for multiple kidnappings. So he'll be in jail for twenty-six years at the very least."
Virgil sighed in relief, cracking a small smile as Roman squeezed his hand gently.
"I, uh, actually saw Devon, in his hospital room." Nicole said, glancing down, "He's asking to see you."
Virgil stiffened, his lips parting slightly.
"You are in no way obligated to see him, I just thought that you should you know, if you, like, wanted to say something final to him, I shouldn't have even told you, I'm sorry-"
"You don't need to be sorry." Virgil said, gulping, "You were just letting me know."
Nicole sighed, "So... are you going to see him? He is handcuffed to the bed, if you're worried."
Virgil shook his head, "No, I'm not worried." He took a deep breath and looked down at Roman for a moment, who nodded encouragingly. Then he smiled slightly and looked at Nicole.
"I'll see him."
Nicole nodded, "I can take you to his room, if you like."
Virgil nodded back, "I'd appreciate that."
He let go of Roman's hand and leaned down to kiss him gently, "I'll be back."
Roman kissed him back, smiling. "I know you will."
Virgil straightened up and smiled at Patton, Logan and Thomas. He then nodded at Nicole and exited the room with her.
The walk to Devon's room was silent, at least it was until they were standing outside the door, about to go in.
Virgil was holding the doorknob, not turning it, just standing there, an unreadable expression on his face.
Nicole placed her hand on top of Virgil's, looking at him carefully.
"Virgil." she said, "You don't have to do this, you know. If you're not ready to see him again, no one's forcing you to."
Virgil nodded.
"I know I don't." he said quietly, staring at the door, "I want to. I want to look him in the eye and tell him that he's never going to be able to touch me again. Tell him that after all he did to me, he's going to rot in jail."
He turned to face Nicole, his face now clearly furious, and frightened. "I want him to know how much I hate him."
Nicole swallowed, "I understand your feelings towards my brother, Virgil, and you have every right to feel that way. And I want to agree with you, I want to hate him as much as you hate him, but I can't."
She sighed, "As bad as he is, Devon is still my brother, and I can't hate him, even if I wanted to. There's no excuse for what he did to you, absolutely no excuse, and I'm not saying that he deserves to be let off, but he's still hurting. I know that's he's still hurting on the inside, more than he's ever let on."
Virgil nodded slowly, "I know."
Nicole gently squeezed his hand, then let go, taking a step back.
"Good luck."
"Thank you."
Virgil let out a shaky breath and turned the doorknob, slowly pushing it open until he could slip through the gap and close it behind him.
He didn't know what he was expecting- or wanting- to see, but it wasn't Devon half-conscious, handcuffed to a bed, looking weak and vulnerable.
Devon looked up when he heard the soft footsteps entering his room. He smirked, raising an eyebrow slowly.
"Just couldn't resist seeing me one last time, could you, Virgil?" His voice was still chilling, but it was weak, strained.
Virgil glared at the injured man.
"You don't frighten me anymore, Devon." he said in a low voice, "Don't try to flatter yourself."
Devon sighed, "I won't, I know I'm fucked."
"Yeah, you are fucked." Virgil wanted to smirk right back at Devon, but he couldn't. He wasn't capable of acting that way in the presence of the man who had treated him in such a cruel way.
"I'm not here to chat, Devon." Virgil said, "I just thought I'd pop in and say goodbye before you were sent off to prison."
"But I won't be in jail forever, Virgil, you and I both know that." Devon said, "I will get out eventually, and when I do, I'll come for you again."
"I know you will, Devon." Virgil opened the door and stepped outside, ready to close it.
"And when you do, I'll be ready."