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Sick (prinxiety)

Edit, 2024: rewritten

Virgil was sick.

This didn't happen often but when it did, it was bad.
He had a 105 degree fever, the worst one he's had. He was too sick to do anything other than walk to the bathroom, but even then, it was difficult.

He couldn't deal with this by himself but he didn't know who to go to. Patton tended to get a bit overwhelming, sometimes leaving Virgil feeling worse.

Logan would know what to do but would most definitely choose to have Patton handle it, as he's done some times in the past.

So that left only one person.

Virgil stumbled to the far end of the hall to Romans room. The fever made his head spin, him squeezing his eyes shut for a moment to calm his headache.

He did three tired knocks on the door, his vision blurring.

Roman jumped at the sound of a thud outside his door.

He rushed over, opening it to see Virgil on the ground. He seemed paler than usual, his skin sticky with sweat.

"Oh gods." Roman quickly picked up Virgil, struggling under the dead weight but managing to lie him on the bed.

He took Virgils temperature, seeing how abnormally high it was. 

He grabbed a hand towel, dampening it with cold water and laying it against Virgil's forehead.

After a few minutes, Virgil stirred.

"Hey Virge. How are you feeling?" Roman asked softly, a hand resting against Virgil's arm.

"Not good.." Virgil groaned, rolling over.

"Virge, you should eat something." Roman summoned a bowl of chicken soup, helping Virgil sit up. "Do you want me to feed you?"

"N-no, I can do it." Virgil flushed slightly, taking the bowl into his shaking hands. He ate slowly, staring down at the bowl.

Roman summoned a glass of cold water, offering it to Virgil, who took it gratefully. He finished the food and water, dismissing the dishes.

"Thank you, Roman. Uh, I should go back to my room." Virgil made an attempt to get up, but Roman quickly stopped him.

"You shouldn't try to get up, you're still very sick." Roman gently led him to lay down. "You can sleep here."

"I don't want to get you sick-"

"You won't."

Virgil hesitated, but Romans bed was comfortable and he really didn't feel like going back to his room. He was tired and it was becoming increasingly difficult to stay awake. "Okay.. Thanks, Ro."

Roman hummed as Virgil quickly fell back asleep. Yawning, he went to the bathroom to do his night routine before he went to bed.

He checked Virgil's temperature, seeing it had gone down significantly. He smiled, settling into bed next to Virgil.

He left him lots of space, not that it mattered, as Roman woke up with Virgil's arms wrapped around him.

He flushed, smiling flusteredly into his pillow as he relaxed into Virgil's arms.