Prinxiety Short Stories.

Nightmares

AU: Human
Ship(s): Prinxiety
T/W: Nightmares, crying, PTSD symptoms, painkillers, injury.
Type: Angst/Fluff
Notes: That part 2 I promised for Don't Be Sorry, Just Kiss Me. Not sure if this makes up for the pain, but it's something.

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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.
Virgil opened his eyes and saw himself laying on the side of the road. Bleeding. A lot. Why was no one coming to help him? He was going to bleed out if something didn't happen soon. Virgil cried and screamed for help. For Roman, for someone, but no one came. His breathing quickened and it felt like his throat was closing up. The version of him that was close to death suddenly grabbed his collar, pulling him down harshly.
"Roman hates you. You upset him and you're gonna die with him hating you." Dying Virgil hissed, the real Virgil felt like at any moment the world would come crashing down around him. He felt a sharp pain in his ribs, in his head, and in his wrist. He screamed again as he felt a heavy insistent hand fall on his shoulder.
"Virgil." Virgil looked around for the source of the voice but there was no one there but him and the other him. The hand on his shoulder tightened its grip and Virgil sobbed.
"Virgil!" The voice repeated.
"I'm sorry, I- please don't hurt me!" Virgil yelled as the world began to fade to black.

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Virgil sat bolt upright, immediately crying out at the strain on his cracked ribs. He looked around frantically, still panicking. This was his room. He was in bed. He hugged himself, feeling the familiarity of his hoodie and allowing a few tears to slip out of his eyes. He felt the same, heavy hand from his dream on his shoulder again and he jumped back, screaming.
"Hey, don't panic, it's me." Roman. His voice was gentle and soft, Virgil buried his head in his hands.
"I'm sorry, Roman, I just... I had the dream again." Virgil scrubbed his eyes, trying to convince the tears to go away, but they didn't. Roman rubbed soothing circles on his back.
"Don't be sorry, darling. You went through a decent amount of trauma, Dr. Berry said to expect a little post-traumatic stress." Virgil took in a short, shaky breath, not panicking anymore but still feeling the effects. He shivered slightly and Roman reached up to touch his forehead.
"Jesus, babe. You're burning up." Roman gently pulled Virgil into a cuddle wincing when he cried out in pain. "Lo siento, mi amor." Virgil only shook his head in response, clinging to Roman like without his support he would float away.
Roman felt like he could cry. This was his fault. Because of his temper, Virgil had gotten in the car when the roads were shit. Because he had yelled, Virgil had gotten a concussion and cracked four ribs. Because he couldn't control himself, Virgil was suffering.
"I'm sorry, Virgil. I wish that I could make it all go away." There was a slight tremor in Roman's voice as he spoke, and Virgil clung to him tighter, even though his ribs screamed at him.
"It wasn't your fault, Roman. I was the one who left, I was the one who drove into the fucking guard rail. Please don't blame yourself." Virgil finally met Roman's eyes. Roman gently rubbed circles on his back.
     "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey, you'll never know, dear, how much I love you..." Roman looked down at Virgil, who was already half-asleep again. He kissed his boyfriend's head gently, running a hand through his hair.
     "Please don't take my sunshine away."

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Virgil woke up to the soft sunlight streaming into his room. His bed was still warm, despite his being the only body in it, and Roman's pillow still smelled of cologne and sleep. It would've been rather peaceful and nice if Virgil didn't feel like he was in so much pain he could vomit.
He fought against the fire in his ribs and he gritted his teeth and walked to the bathroom, popping two of the painkillers he'd gotten from Dr. Berry. He braced himself against the sink. Virgil had to do something to fight against the pain. Roman's voice played in his head.
"Five things you can see."
Virgil scanned the room. He could see his own, tired reflection in the mirror, his chipped black nail polish, the sink, the tacky tiles Roman despised, and the star-shaped bar of soap.
"Four things you can feel, Virgil."
Virgil felt the soft fabric of his hoodie, the cool of the sink on his hands, the warmth of his socks on his feet, and the pain in his ribs. He pushed that thought out of his mind.
"Three things you can hear."
Virgil heard the birds outside, Roman belting downstairs, and the drop of water on the shower floor.
"Two things you can smell."
Roman's body-wash still lingering in the air, and bacon. Virgil smiled at that. Roman was making them breakfast.
"One thing you can taste."
Virgil could still taste the metallic of the tap water from taking his painkillers.
The screaming fire in his torso was now more of a dull-ache. It was better, bearable, but not ideal. He worked his way down the stairs slowly, seeing Roman with this headphones on, singing along to Heathers as he made breakfast.
God, I love this idiot.
Virgil walked up behind Roman and hugged him, taking off his headphones.
"You know," Virgil muttered lowly, his voice still laced with sleep. "If you belt at the top of your lungs, it kinda defeats the purpose of headphones" Roman giggled at that.
"Hypocrites say 'what?'" Roman spat hastily, so Virgil couldn't understand, a smirk on plastered on his face.
"What?"
"Oh my god, I can't believe that actually worked!" Roman laughed as Virgil simply rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Princey." Roman stuck out his tongue.
"Are you feeling better than last night, mi amor?" Virgil nearly swooned. He adored it when Roman spoke Spanish.
"Much."
"I love you, Virgie."
"I love you too, Ro."