Dukexiety One-shots

Bite pt2

Requested by: YandereChan53
Previously on: Bite.
"Hello there. You must be Virgil? You were out for 2 weeks. I'm Roman King, Remus' brother. It's nice to meet you."

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I groaned as I pushed the palm of my hand to my forehead, trying to numb the pain that was exploding inside my skull. I wanted it numb; better, gone. I adjust my eyes to the light of room before I focussed on a figure sat beside me. Wait... sat? I take notice in the fact I was laying down on something soft and walm, yet cold. A bed. Cream sheets pulled over me and stopping at my torso. The figure shifted and removed my hand.

"Ow-" I hissed, the feeling of the pressure was somewhat helping the ache.

"Believe me, what I'm doing will certainty help." The stranger said, their voice was soft with a flow, almost like silk. It wasn't husky and deep, but almost royal and strong. I felt something cold touch my head and my body went into autopilot as it shifted back to avoid it. "I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

"W-who are you?"

"I just told you... I'm Roman King, Remus' brother."

Remus. My body pushed itself up as my eyes scanned frantically around the room. The action seemed to scare Roman as he retracted his hand that held a wet cloth. "Remus. W-Where is he?"

"I need you to calm down. He's just in the other room. He's been stressed, thought he killed you."

"Why would he-"

"You've been passed out for 2 weeks. The longest has only ever been 3 full days."

I've been out for 2 weeks? It only felt like an hour.

"Why does my head hurt so bad?"

"You just died and came back to life, what did you expect? A coffin while you lay peacfully?"

He's sarcastic... I chuckle before he gentally pushes me back down onto the bed, my head back onto the pillow.

"I need to do a few check-ups then I shall escort Remus in here, that alright?"

"You're voice is strange..."

"What?" Roman straightened up as his body stiffened before he moved back towards me and yet again attempted to press the wet cloth to my forehead. I hissed again, but tried not to flinch back; the wet cloth against my throbbing headache felt like flames and if my head was any hotter, I could easily see steam.

"You're voice. British-American. American... with an almost British or Royal touch?"

"You're smart with an alert eye, it's a good quality. You're correct, I originate from Britain, more in fact... London. And as I travelled to America after death, Remus refused and chose to stay, moving from town to town before suspicion."

He removed the cloth and opened the it, folding it the opposite way. Saying it now, I acually wanted that cloth back. But then I didn't. He pressed the new side of the cloth back to my head and it almost felt colder than before.

"Now, the check up. Name?"

"Virgil Webb."

"Age?"

"23."

"Favourite colour?"

"Dark purple. Also a light green, like nature when the sky reaches noon in summer."

Roman looked shocked for a moment before shaking whatever thought was on his mind. "That's quite parcific."

"Yeah, well quite a few months ago I had all the time in the world."