I don't feel too well || A Sick Virgil Story

Chapter Seven

It had been a few hours since Thomas was here. I had taken a nap and started getting better until...

"Deceit." I say his laugh echoed through my room, "I heard you had... taken ill... and wanted to pay you a little visit." I laughed and coughed "Since when do you care about my well being?" I asked. "Oh umm since forever, don't forget we're still friends." "I am not, and never was you're friend." "Oh Virgil." He snapped his fingers And took over my body. "Don't lie to me." He said lifting his hand, "I was your friend."

His face became discussed "was?" He lifted his hand again. "I was your friend."

"FINE! Be that way! I understand, I'll just make you suffer." He shapes his fingers and I was out cold.
(Patton's POV)
I went to go check on Virgil for the sixth time today..... what? I'm worried.

I open his door saying his name, he didn't answer so I assumed he was asleep entering. What I saw was horrible.

Virgil laid there all spread out. He was pale and I mean pure white. On the side of his neck there was what I thought was a snake bite. His jacket and shirt had been lifted up land there was some sort of what I thought was poison.

I fell to my knees in tears. "Roman, Logan!" I yelled and within that moment they rushed in seeing the same horror show that was what happened to Virgil.

After a few tests, Logan determined they the snake bite was poisonous and the poison was dichlorophenoxy-acetic acid or something like that. It was bad. He was just getting better...

now it's worse...