(Virgil's POV)
(A/N: this chapter happens right after Virgil's memory-dream where he got beat up. Yeah, that actually happened. Also, fair warning, there's quite a few graphic descriptions.)
Fire.
I was on fire.
Everything blazed with pain.
My head throbbed.
Why me?
Why do I have to be the one to suffer?
What have I done to deserve this?
Perhaps I should stay here in the dark.
It's nice.
Soothing.
It would be so easy to slip away.
Fade into nothing.
Yeah. That'd be good.
'Hey. Come on, wake up. I've got you.'
No. I don't want to.
'I know you can hear me. You're safe, come back.'
The blissful dark is seeping away. Don't make me go.
'There you are, come on, open your eyes.'
No-
'See? You're back.'
The dark faded completely, my eyes fluttering open. Even the simple movement shot lightning through my body.
"Nrrgh."
"Anxiety? Can you hear me?"
The blurriness cleared from my vision, and my surroundings focused enough for me to decipher what I was seeing. I was in my bed, somehow. My ceiling stared back at me, a bruised shade of purple. Whoever was speaking sat to my left, but moving enough to see them proved impossible.
I braced myself, trying to asses what was damaged. Everything, apparently. I felt a large gash at the top of my left thigh leading all the way to my shin that was partially healed, making it tingle. A bunch of smaller cuts peppered my body, concentrated on my arms, thighs, and hips. My legs basically refused to respond, and if I tried, I could feel about 5 broken bones, including my pelvis. Working upwards, my right arm would not stop spasming, the sporadic jerking aggravating a broken rib on that side. My left arm was mainly unscathed, besides a few cuts and a broken finger. The worst of all was probably my chest and head.
Both throbbed in unison. I knew without looking that my chest was likely covered in bruising, and a warm liquid crept down the right side of my face. If I was able to move, I'd be trying to claw my skull apart. The word "headache" doesn't describe what I felt. It pulsed, a vice grip crushing my brain. The simplest twitch of my head set the pain tripling, and I felt like my sinuses were going to explode. My stomach roiled, churning and twisting without mercy.
A particularly violent arm spasm shot lighting across my body, and I sucked in a sharp breath to swallow my scream.
"...ou been listening to me? Hey! Are you here?!" The voice to my left spoke again, too close to my ear. It took everything I had not to wince.
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FanfictionI lived most of my life in the Dark Kingdom, the corner of the mindscape where the unwanted ones go. Everybody hated everybody, and that's just how it was. But there were a select few that hated me the most. I never thought I would soon consider one...
