Prinxiety The Prince and the Patient

Out of the bag

TW Like real bad homophobia

Virgil POV
"Fuck..." that's all I can say. The secret I've tried so freaking hard to hide is now flat out exposed.
"How did you know it was a pacemaker?" Roman asks helping me sit up.
"I studied the heart because I wanted to be a cardiothoracic surgeon. I mostly studied cardiomyopathy which is when some-" Logan begins to say.
"When someone has had heart attacks the heart will scar and the scarred tissue gets inflamed." I say looking at me hands.
"That's dilated cardiomyopathy, but yes that is correct. Is that what you have?" Logan asks very interested. He sits on the opposite end of the couch than of Roman and I.
"Y-yes.." I say embarrassed looking away.
"When was your last heart transplant if you don't mind me asking?" Logan asks looking at me very intently.
"When I was 10." I say looking at my hands and covering them with my sleeves.
"Oh so you have another one in a couple years." He says somewhat shocked.
"If the heart stops working then yes, but this heart has 70% function still in it and the pacemaker gives it an extra 10%." I say brushing my hair out of my face.
"Here you go V." Dante says handing me a glass of water.
"Thanks Dante." I say taking the water from him.
"Is your heart the reason for you absents this week?" Logan asks shifting in his position on the couch.
"Yes. I was throwing up in the bathroom and Roman found me and then my pacemakers ICD malfunctioned and shocked me with 50 to 400 volts of electricity. I had to get a new pacemaker put in." I say drinking more of the water.
"No more questions." I say laying back down on the couch.
"Can I ask one more?" Logan asks and I nod.
"Why didn't you tell us? We're your friends. We could have helped you." He says with concern wrapped in his voice.
"I-I was scared and I didn't want you to worry.." I say quietly not looking at him.
"Virgil if you-" Logan starts to say and gets cut off by someone banging at the door. Dante walks over and opens the door and sees Logan mom. I can hear a most distinguished disgusted sigh from the door.
"Hello, Mrs. Berry." Dante starts to say. Even though Mrs. Berry's a bitch we still try our damn hardest to be nice to her. She can hate us for being gay but not polite.
"Hi. I came to pick up Logan." She says in a rude tone.
"But I'm not done tutoring Dante." Logan rebuttals.
"Too bad. We're going home." She says in a harsh tone. Logan sighs and grabs his backpack and walks to the door.
"I apologize Dante. Here's my number. I'll  call you when I get home to help you continue studying. Thank you for letting me into your home." Logan says handing Dante a piece of paper with his number on it.
"Come on Logan." Mrs. Berry says sternly and they walk out the door. I look out the window that's above the TV and see Logan and his mom walk out to the car.
I see Logan's mom grabs Logan arms harshly and basically throw him into the car. She gets in and screams at him as they pull out of the driveway and down the road.
That's suspicious.
Logan POV
"YOU ARE AN HOUR LATE FOR CURFEW BECAUSE YOU AT THR FAGGOT HOUSE!!" My mother screams at me and throws me into the car. I get in and buckle my seat belt and hold my head. I have a headache from her screaming. She gets in, shuts the door, and starts the engine of the car.
"Why Logan, Why?! I raised you to be perfect and extraordinary, but you are the least perfect person I've ever met. YOU ARE WORTHLESS AND NOT SOMEBODY I DONT WANT TO CALL MY SON. WHY DID I END UP WITH YOU? WHY DID GOD GIVE ME YOU?! HUH ANSWER ME LOGAN!!" My mother screams at me in my face.
"I don't know.." I say quietly not looking at her. That seemed to make her even more mad.
"YOU DONT KNOW!! YOU SHOULD KNOW WHY YOUR SUCH A DISSAPOINTMENT TO ME!!" She yells more at me and grabs my arm where the bruise is.
"LOOK AT ME WHEN IM TALKING TO YOU!!" She says squeezing my arm on the bruise.
"OW! LET GO PLEASE!!" I yell as tears roll down my face and I hear a crack. She lets go as we pull into the driveway. We get out and walk to the door silently. She opens the room and I basically run to my room and slam the door shut. I sink down to the floor with my back to the door.  I hold my arm in pain. It hurts badly. I sit there doing nothing just trying to calm myself.
"LOGAN! DINNER!" My mother screams from the bottom of the stairs. I get up and go downstairs shaking a little from the pain. I make it downstairs and sit at the table.
"Logan come here." My mother says sternly. I get up and walk over to her.
"Yes Mother." I say quietly and not looking into her eyes. She gets mad again.
"Look at me when I talk to you." She says grabbing my hurt arm. I whimper when she grabs it. I don't look at her as I am focusing on the pain in my arm. She gets more mad by that.
"I SAID! LOOK AT ME!!" She screams and slams my hand down on the hot burner on the stove.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!!" I scream as she scolds my hand on the stove. I pull my hand away quickly and look at my hand.
The skin is bubbling and already blistering.
"Logan baby I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me.." She says holding her hands to her mouth in disbelief of what she just did. But I can see in her eyes, that she wasn't fucking sorry, one bit.
I stand up and walk towards the stairs.
"Wait! Logan baby I'm sorry!" She says running towards me. I turn back around and look at her. I'm done being scared. I'm angry and infuriated.
"OH REALLY!! WERE YOU SORRY WHEN YOU THREW THAT PLATE AT ME LAST WEEK WHEN I ACCIDENTALLY LET A STUTTER SLIP!! OR WHEN YOU SCREAMED AT ME FOR GOING TO MY JOB TO GET PAYED BECAUSE THE KID WAS A HOMOSEXUAL!! OR OR WERE YOU SORRY WHEN YOU EMBARRASSED ME IN FRONT OF ALL MY FRIENDS BY SCREAMING AT ME IN THEIR DRIVEWAY AND BASICALLY THROWING ME INTO THE CAR!! BECAUSE I DONT THINK YOUR A DAMN BIT SORRY!!" I scream at her. Breaking my silence and screaming everything thing I've thought for years. I hate her so much. I don't deserve this. No one does. She looks angry. She walks over to me and grabs my hair and pushes me to the wall.
"DO NOT SPEAK TO YOUR MOTHER THAT WAY!!" She screams at me pushing my face into the wall. My glasses crack and break as she presses my face more into the wall.
"DONT TREAT YOUR SON THIS WAY!!" I yell throwing her off of me. She falls on her ass with a thud.
"Do you even care about me? If you don't, why did you have me? WHY DID YOU HAVE ME IF YOU ARE JUST GOING TO REMIND ME THAT IM SUCH A PIECE OF SHIT EVERYDAY!!" I scream and she looks at me in shock and starts to say something but I cut her off.
"You don't know anything about me. You don't know that I tutor 5 kids a week and gain more than you do working your fuckin cafe salary. You don't know that I want to be a nureo surgeon. You don't know that I am gay and have a boyfriend. You don't know that I was scared to tell you because I was scared of getting thrown out of my own FUCKING HOME!!" I scream at her as more tears spill from my eyes.
"YOUR A FUCKING FAG!!" She screams at me but I'm fucking gone. I ran up the stairs into my bed room and slammed the door shut and locked it. I sink down to the floor again and sob. The pain, physically and mentally hurts so badly. My arm hurts the worst, with my hand following a close second. I get up and walk over to my desk and grab my phone and walk past my mirror and make a double take. I look in the mirror and see my glasses shattered with my face starting to bruise and a piece of glass from my lens protruding out of the side of my face. Centimeters away from my eye. I chuckle and start laughing.
"I did it.." I whisper to myself. I told that bitchy homophobic person that I am gay and happy with my life and survived. The room starts to go fuzzy as more blood runs down my cheeck from my wound. I take my phone and dial 9-1-1. A nice lady picks up and answers the phone.
911:
Hello 911 what's your emergency?
Me:
Hello my name is Logan Berry. I live on east side avenue at house 346. I need direct medical attention immediately.
911:
Okay honey. How'd you get hurt?
Me:
My mother is abusive and hurt me. I have a piece of glass sticking out of the side of my head and I'm bleeding out a lot. Please...send...help...

I drop the phone and pass out with a thud and hit the floor hard.

Shit..