Prinxiety One Shots

Day 3 - Aw, Yuck

Here have this shitty sickfic that shouldn't have taken me all day to write but what can I say I'm a procrastinator

Featuring Virgil, a dumb bitch (but just for a hot second so it's cool) also reasonable logic in a sickfic for once

Roman was sick. This wasn't unheard of in the mindscape, but it was rare. So Roman, a self-proclaimed Dramatic Bitch™, needed someone to take care of him. Patton was busy making him soup and any other foods he might need, even though he could just summon it. Patton said it was important that it was 'made with love.' Logan, meanwhile, is germaphobic of course and hadn't been seen all day without hand sanitizer and a hospital mask on. Of course, Deceit couldn't be trusted and didn't like spending much time around the others. Roman insisted that he would get more sick should Remus take care of him. So that left Virgil to take care of him.

Virgil was not enjoying his job.

He was busy making tea because Roman had a sore throat or something. So he was across the room, fiddling with an electric kettle when Roman piped up.

"Virgiiiiiilllll," he whined. "I can't reach the remote and I wanna watch Aladdin." Virgil looked back. The remote was so close to Roman, it would be within reach if he were willing to move in the slightest. But Patton told Virgil to be nice and get Roman whatever he needs.

"Sure, just let me wade through this fucking ocean of tissues to get to you," he said. So he walked over, and using all his strength, handed Roman the remote instead of throwing it at him. Roman flinched when suddenly Virgil kissed him on the forehead.

"Wh- uh- what are you doing?"

"Lips are more sensitive to temperature than hands. I was taking your temperature."

"There's a thermometer on the table, you know," Roman suggested, going a bit red. Virgil grabbed it and took Roman's temperature. He frowned at the thermometer.

"Look, you whiny prick, your fever is only 99.4. (37.4 C) That's a whole degree below being technically even considered a fever. You would be fine to stand up or, I don't know, get some things yourself." Well, there goes that moment of Virgil being sweet to him.

"Yeah, but that's why you're here, isn't it," Roman said, purposely acting like a prick. Cause he is.

"Whatever. What kind of tea do you want?"

"Chamomile. With a lot of honey." So Virgil went back right as the water was boiling and made tea. He drizzled in honey as per Roman's request and brought it back over. Roman took a sip, then thought for a second.

"Can you put more honey in this?"

"There's already a ton in it. Do you want me to just fucking spoonfeed you honey?" (Lol Grammarly suggested that I should put a comma after 'you' there. "My dearest, Angelica" could never)

"That sounds great," Roman said flirtatiously, aiming to make Virgil uncomfortable. It seemed to work because Virgil pretended to gag.

"Oh, gross," he said, and even he wasn't sure whether he was joking. "Yuck. Disgusting. I'm done." And Virgil stood up, starting to walk to the door.

"Virgiiiiillllll," Roman whined again.

"What," he sighed, turning back around.

"I'm too hot under the covers and too cold outside of them. Maybe if you cuddle with me I'll find a good temperature balance."

"Ok, I'm done, I'm done, I need a break. I'm getting Logan to take care of you." And Virgil walked out. He knocked on Logan's door. Logan answered, still wearing a hospital mask.