Don't Be Sorry, Just Kiss Me

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AU: Human
Ship(s): Prinxiety and Platonic Royalality
T/W: Blood, injury, car accidents, arguing, cursing, hospitals, slight panic attack, death mention, crying.
Type: Angst (happy ending)
Notes: There will be a Part 2 to this one about recovery because I hurt my bois and I made myself sad. Please forgive me.

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Virgil wiped his eyes, grabbing the keys off the hook and his coat. He opened the door forcefully, feeling the rush of cold air on his face.
     "Where are you going?!" Roman, demanded. They had been arguing about something dumb. Things were tense and Roman had snapped. They were both crying, yelling, and now, Virgil was leaving.
     "I don't fucking know, Roman! Out of here!" The shorter man yelled back.
     "We're not done with this conversation, Virgil!"
     "I don't want to talk to you right now!"
     "Well, you don't have a choice!"
     "FUCK YOU." Virgil slammed the door behind him. It was bitter cold and the snow was coming down in thick flakes that left his hair damp. His tears felt like they were freezing on his face and the roads were terrible but he didn't care. He climbed in the car, slamming the door. Virgil rested his forehead on the steering wheel for a moment, just letting the tears fall.
     When he looked up, Roman was walking down their porch steps and towards the car in his t-shirt and jeans. Virgil glared daggers and Roman felt his heart break. The emo drove away, leaving his freezing boyfriend in the middle of the road, feeling horrible.
     Virgil had only gotten a few miles away from home when he started to swerve. He tried to steady the car, but it was sliding. The panic set in, he slammed on the brake. Still nothing. The car slid more.
I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die and the last thing I said to Roman was "fuck you".
     Tears clouded Virgil's vision, he screamed, and everything went black.

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     Virgil's eyes snapped open and black spots obscured his vision. He was on the ground, he was soaked, he was freezing, he had a throbbing headache, and there was blood. There was so much blood. And it was his.

Sirens.
Blood.
Cold.
Glass.
Worried voices.
Panicked eyes.
Roman!

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     Roman's phone rang, a number he didn't recognize. Roman answered it, staring at the thick snow forming outside.
     "Hello?"
     "Mr. Roman Prince?" The voice on the other end was even, cold, and low.
     "Yes, this is he... I'm sorry, who is this?"
     "I'm Dr. Logan Berry.  I'm from Advent Healthcare, the hospital on 42nd? Do you know anything about a Virgil Underwood? You're listed as his emergency contact."
     "Yeah, I'm his boyfriend- wait, emergency contact? Wh-why does he need an emergency contact?" Roman's mind was racing. Was Virgil okay? What was wrong? Was he dead?
     "Mr. Prince, I'm sorry to say Mr. Underwood has been in an accident. He's in surgery right now, but if all goes well, he will be done and awake in four hours." The doctor's voice was far away and muffled, almost like he was underwater. Roman could feel his heart pounding against his ribcage and hot tears stinging the back of his eyes.

Virgil.
Accident.
Surgery.
I'm sorry.

     Roman's voice was soft and shaky as he spoke.
     "Thank you, Dr. Berry... I-I'll be right there."
     "Mr. Prince, please get a friend to drive you here. Considering your emotional state and the horrific weather, it is not safe for you to be driving. We don't need both of you in here." Roman braced himself against the wall. He felt like he was going to vomit as he hung up the phone and shakily dialed another number. Patton. Patton would know what to do, Patton would make this better.
      "Hey, kiddo! How're you doing?" Patton's voice had the same underwater quality as Dr. Berry's.
     "P-Patt... I-I-It's Vir-Virge. A-Ac-Accident. He's in the hosp-hospital. Need y-you to dri-drive me." Roman felt like his throat was closing up, and he had to remind himself to breathe.
     "I'll be right there, Roman. Breathe, it's all gonna be okay. They're medical professionals, they're going to save him." Patton's words didn't sound at all like him. They were serious and somber. Roman followed his instructions, forcing oxygen into his lungs.

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     Virgil opened his eyes. Whatever room he was in was far too bright and he hissed as it burned his eyes. Once he had adjusted he looked around the room. It was most certainly not his apartment. It was a hospital room. The panic set in.
Why was he in a hospital room? Why did he feel heavy? Where the hell was Roman? It suddenly all came rushing back.

Sirens.
Blood.
Cold.
Glass.
Worried voices.
Panicked eyes.

Virgil's thought spiral was interrupted by a cold, low voice.
     "Ah, you're awake, that's wonderful. How're you feeling, Mr. Underwood?" Virgil blinked at the tall, blurry figure standing at his bedside. He opened his mouth to speak, but his throat felt like sandpaper and he only managed to croak out one word.
     "Water..." The figure seemed to perk up.
     "Oh! Of course." Virgil felt himself be propped up into a sitting position and cool liquid met his parched lips. He sighed through his nose as the horrid feeling in his throat disappeared.
     "Better?" The figure inquired. Virgil nodded weakly.
     "Much." his voice was quiet and slightly hoarse.
     "Excellent," Virgil heard the scraping of pen on paper. "So, how're you feeling, Mr. Underwood?"
     "Tired as hell and heavy?" The emo let his eyes close and furrowed his brows.
     "Yes, that's to be expected. You did only get out of surgery an hour ago. There's someone here to see you if you're feeling up to visitors." Virgil's heart fluttered.
     "Roman?" he smiled weakly at the thought of his boyfriend.
     "Yes, Roman is here to see you. Would you like me to send him in?" Virgil nodded as best he could.

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     Roman tapped his leg anxiously. Patton held one of his hands and rubbed his back with the other.
     "Mr. Prince?" The same cold, low voice from earlier interrupted his thoughts. Roman stood up.
     "Is he okay? Is he awake? Can I see him, please?" The man felt a new batch of tears threatening to fall from his green eyes. After what seemed like an eternity of stillness and silence, Dr. Berry smiled and nodded. Roman let a few tears fall from his eyes as he wrapped the doctor in a tight bear hug.
     "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He cried. He released the doctor and allowed himself to be lead to Virgil's room, Patton trailing closely behind. Dr. Berry stopped at the door.
     "Virgil is exhausted. That happens when a body goes through extreme trauma. He most likely won't be able to make conversation, at least not coherent ones, and please mind his ribs. A few of them have cracked." Roman winced and nodded. Dr. Berry opened the door and the green-eyed man gasped softly when he saw his Virgil. He had small cuts on his eyebrow and lip, a bandage with a small spot of blood threatening to seep through was wrapped around his head, a giant bruise splayed across his cheekbone, and his skin was a sickly pale shade, even paler than his normal. It was odd, seeing his boyfriend looking so small and hurt. Even after his worst panic attacks, he had never looked so helpless. Although he looked like hell, his brown eyes were gleaming and full of happiness and relief.
     "Princey." He croaked, reaching his hand out to Roman. He quickly took Virgil's hand, smiling through his tears.
     "I'm here, storm cloud, I'm right here. And... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I argued and you could've died. I'm so sorry, Virgil. I love you so much." Virgil squeezed his boyfriend's hand and shook his head.
     "Don't be sorry, just kiss me." Roman laughed but complied, and the whole world faded away.

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