Chapter 4-- panic?

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Patton wanted to scream, but stopped himself from doing so by covering his mouth.
Blood?......wh.......wait BLOOD!

The father figure scrambled over to Virgil's sleeping body and (not knowing what to do in the situation) gently shook Virgil awake, hoping that he wasn't dead.

Virgil was woken by the frantic shaking of Patton.
He never thought he could feel surprised, tired, scared and safe all in one go.
"P..Patton, what are you doing? Let me sleep."
Virgil said dramatically, rolling over onto his side.

This only startled Patton more as he saw the blood soaked pillow. Also Virgil was BLEEDING! Surely he would feel pain or something?

"VIRGIL!!" Patton hissed as quietly as he could as to not wake Roman up, "YOUR BLEEDING!!"

"I..im what?" Virgil said, not caring that much but slightly confused, rolling back onto his back.

"BLEEDING! ARE YOU HURT?!!" Patton started to worry more and more. What if Virgil is too high on adrenaline to feel anything and he wouldn't be able to solve the issue.

"Huh?" Virgil was so confused. Was Patton playing a prank on him? Then he remembered what had started last night. "Shit" he said standing up and looking down towards the pillow.

As soon as Virgil stood up, Patton was right there holding him, expecting Virgil to collapse or something similar. He was surprised when Virgil gently pulled Patton off him.

"Im fine Patton seriously!"

"But your bleeding! That's not normal!" Patton protested against Virgil's firm grip, holding him back.

"Actually it is" Virgil mumbled under his breath.

"Hmm?" Patton was confused, he needed Virgil to elaborate on his mumbling.

"Nothing! It's fine, just don't tell any of the others okay! This needs to stay a secret"

"Why, your hurt!" Patton cried.

"I promise you Im not! It's just one of those down sides to being.." Virgil slapped his hands over his mouth before he could continue.

"Being what Virge? You know you can tell me anything!"

Before anyone could say another word, Virgil grabbed the pillow he bled on and ran upstairs slamming his bedroom door behind him.

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