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Virgil swayed every so often as he was dragged through the endless halls. His eyes scanning what they could in his fogged state of mind. Leo had an arm wrapped around Virgil as they walked, and Virgil despised every bit of the man's contact. The places he touched burned with hatred and displeasure, as if the man himself was made of negative energy.
“Hay, wake up.” Leo shook Virgil, laughing at Virgil's shout of displeasure and fear.
Leo slammed open the clinic door, dragging Virgil into the room he had previously been in. A voice filled the room, “what happened to him?”
Virgil could see Leo grin from the corner of his eye. “Just a minor accident.” The words leaked from his lips with malice. A man walked up to them, just as Leo pushed Virgil forward.
The crimson warm liquid coating the man and his black coat. He frowned staring at the young man in his arms. He was pale from the blood loss, and wearing somber upon his face. As if mourning someone's death, maybe he did.
Leo placed a hand on the man's shoulder. “I want him back in tip top shape.” The man holding Virgil winced, but nodded.
“Yes sir, I'll try as best as my medical abilities can.” The man said, his voice wavering every so often.
Leo tilted his head, “good, we don't want another Remy, situation in our hands.” The man stiffened and his eyes glazed.
“Y-yes sir.” The man looked down into Virgil's eyes. His eyes telling a story Virgil could not decipher in his fogged state of mind.
Leo nodded, and turned to the door slamming it shut on his way out. The man remained dormant, his breathing rapid, before finally evening out.
“Well,” he smiled, “let's get you fixed up.”
Virgil was lifted up and placed carefully on a cold bed. The man left Virgil's side, a quick rush in his step. Virgil could distantly hear items clinking, and cabinets opening. The click of the man's heels providing a sense of calm throughout Virgil, as if he had heard the sound countless times before. His eyes slowly fell, his mind succumbing to the sweet grasp of sleep. However, the clicking of the heels echoed through his mind.
“I'm late!” Roman yelled, his heels clicking against the wooden floor.
“Damn it!” Logan cursed, throwing the controller down.
“Ha, gotcha.” Virgil smirked towards Logan, gently placing his remote down.
“Guys! I need help!” Roman complained. His red heels clicking against the wood louder than before.
Logan sighed, “yes honey, coming.” He called standing and grabbing Roman's coat.
Virgil chuckled, standing and walking into the kitchen. Roman's shouts of distress clear as the bright day ahead of them. Virgil walked back out stopping Roman in his panic, and placing a travel mug of coffee into Roman's hands.
“You'll be fine. Besides you are the star of the show. Logan will drive you and you will be there just fine. Especially with Logan's demonic driving habits,” Logan scoffed, but a smile was plastered on his face.
“Now, break a leg Princey.” Virgil smiled placing a quick kiss on Roman's lip. When Virgil moved back Roman's eyes now held a strong look of pride and courage.
“You are right my small rain cloud! Kiss Patton when he awakes for me! Come Logan we must make haste!” Roman called, running out the door with a big smile covering half his face.
Logan sighed once more, then bent down kissing Virgil. “Kiss Patton for me too, and good job on calming him down darling.” He complimented, before rushing out the front door.
“Here you go Damien. Nice and clean.” A voice echoed throughout the room Virgil reside in. “The stains were hard to get out!”
“Thank you Ann. I will give them to him when he wakes up.” A soft voice responded, as a pair of heels clicked their way to Virgil's side.
“What happened to him?”
The soft voice responded from beside him. “Leo is what happened.”
“Geez, poor guy.” A beat of silence skipped through the room before the woman dismissed herself. “I gotta go, laundry doesn't do itself. Bye Damien, hope he gets better.”
“Thank you, have a nice day.” Damien called back before the door softly closed.
A sigh was released into the world. “Wake up.” A gentle hand placed itself on to Virgil's shoulder, shaking him.
With a jolt Virgil's eyes snapped open. He planted his hands on to the warm bed below, ready to push himself up, when a hand placed itself on his aching chest.
“I would advise against immediate physical action.” The man stood straight, walking to a cabinet. “Your body has barley recovered from it's injury. Too many movements could worsen your condition, and undo the stitches.”
Virgil blinked, and slowly laid back onto the bed. His eyes warily eyeing the man rummaging the cabinet. “Where am I?”
The question was abrupt, but the response was automatic. “Building B, the medical he unit.”
“B-Building B?” Virgil's throat tightened up at the question. “Building B in wh-where?”
Damien stood up a small white bag in his left hand. “We are in hell.” The words shattered the world around Virgil. His eyes widened, his breathing picked up, the room heated up, and the walls began moving.
“I-I can't be de-de-” he couldn't finish his sentence as acidic bile rose through his throat and out his mouth. His hands reaching up to stop the stream, but his body being too tired and broken, could barley manage to keep his form over the bed.
Damien was quick to action, opening a drawer and retrieving a plastic bag. He gently pried Virgil's hands and placed the bag underneath the man's mouth. Virgil closed his mouth, staring into the bag as tears spilled into the bag.
Damien raised a hand planting it atop Virgil's hair. “It's okay, let it all out.”
Virgil looked up staring into Damien's eyes, before lurching over the bed once more. Red bile falling into the bag as his eyes leaked tears of pain, grief, relief, and lonlieness.
The sun had fallen making room for the moon and its peeping eyes. Virgil laid on his bed, his throat still burning from the bile, his teeth ached, and his body was weak from the release of all the nutrients his body had.
“Did you drink all the juice?” Damien called from the other side of the clinic. “You need all the liquids you can get, especially after your body threw up all it had.”
Virgil cleared his throat, “y-yeah.” It was one stuttered word, but it made the doctor feel at ease.
Virgil stared at the ceiling above him. His eyes closing to sleep, but his mind running a mile. He turned his head, his eyes catching onto Damien. It was only then that Virgil noticed Damien off features. His left eye a dazzling hazel, while his right was as black as the night sky. His hair a dirty blonde, but what stood out most was the way he hid his face. A sergical mask hiding his lower features, while his hair his his left eye from the world.
“What's wrong?” Damien's voice resulted in Virgil's body jumping from both surprise and fear.
“Uh-nothing, Just th-thinking.” Damien nodded, raising his hand unconsciously to press at the left side of his face. The question following Virgil's words, was undoubtedly a surprise.
“Who are you?” Damien jumped, his hand slamming to the table, as his knee hit the roof of the desk.
Damien hissed in pain, “shit!” His eyes squinted shut, a bruise sure to form on his leg after this.
Virgil gasped, “I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you! I retract my question! I was just curious and-” Virgil's ramblings continued, filling the usually silent room with an air of familiarity.
Damien chuckled catching the young man off guard. “Wh-why are you laughing?”
Damien sat straight, rubbing at his sore knee. “It's just, you remind me of someone.” Damien's eyes were crinkled at the corners, he was happy.
“O-oh,” Virgil slowly sat up, resting back against the metallic headboard of the bed. “Were they special to you?”
Damien nodded, “very, I miss them everyday.” Damien stood, walking over to Virgil. “My names Damien by the way.” He stuck out his hand, white gloves concealing the secrets of Damien held.
Virgil examined his hand anxiously, as if Damien held a knife to him. Waiting for Virgil to take it. “I'm V-Virgil.” He shook Damien's hand. It radiates warmth, but even through the gloves, Virgil could feel the marks of Damien's hand.
“It's a pleasure to meet you Virgil.” Damien slipped his hand from Virgil's grasp. “Welcome to Building A, belonging to,” he paused his eyes narrowing in hate. “Leo our leader.”
Virgil lowered his head, “I was hoping I was away from the man, but sometimes good things don't happen.”
Damien looked away from Virgil, “not always no. But when they do it's pretty damn good.” Damien smiled, planting a hand on to Virgil's head.
A knock sounded throughout the room. “Damien it's Ann-” the two turned their heads to find an elderly woman . “Oh! He's awake!” She shuffled over to the two, a tray in her hands.
“I brought your meal, just like you had requested!” She smiled, placing the tray down onto the nightstand.
She soon directed her attention to Virgil. “What's your name?” Virgil remained silent, shaking from the ever growing anxiety.
“Ah, Ann, I suspect that our guest here, has anxiety.” Virgil perked, staring at Damien's back.
“Oh! I'm sorry! Well,” she looked past Damien. “My names Ann, or you can call me grandma Ann.” Her smile was full of kindness and understanding.
Damien turned back around, “would you like me to introduce you?” Virgil looked between Damien and the floor, before shaking his head no.
'Four in, hold five, out six.' His head was repeating the exercise for a solid minute, then with a quick hand out.
“My name is Virgil!” He practically screamed his name, unbeknownst to him.
Damien and Ann exchanged quick smiles. “Well it's a pleasure to meet you Virgil.” She shook his hand, which unlike Damien's, was smooth and a bit cold.
“With that taken care of, I have to get a move on to the last batch of laundry for today.” She gave Damien a quick hug, before quickly shuffling to the door. But as soon as she planted her hand on the doorknob she paused.
“Ah, I almost forgot. Damien, Leo wants you prepared by tomorrow afternoon.” Her smile had fallen, and her eyes glazed over. It was almost as if a switch was flipped, dousing the room in darkness.
Damien abruptly walked to Ann. Her figure smaller than Damien's rather large figure. “He can't!” His fists were shaking. “They aren't even prepared to defend themselves-”
Ann slowly shook her head. “Damien I'm just the deliverer. If it were up to me, I wouldn't do these messed up tasks at all! I'd let those who are immune do it.” She sighed, “clearly the boy isn't prepared for anything, except sleep.”
Damien's stance went limp. “I'm sorry Damien. And before you ask, I don't know what the boy will be doing.” With those final words, Ann left the room, slowly closing the door behind her.
Virgil's mind nagged at him. He knew they were taking about him. Virgil swallowed the gathered saliva in his mouth, he felt as if he might throw up the juice he was told to drink earlier.
“What do I have to do?” Damien flinched at the question. When the man turned, his face held a somber tone. “P-please tell me.”
Damien trudged over to Virgil, pulling a chair from the wall and planting it next to his bed. The room felt tense and cold, the warmth and joy fleeing from the room in a hurry. Damien's eyes were downcast, staring at his own gloves hands, as if he were trying to decipher a code on his hands.
“I don't know.” His response proved pointless.
Virgil frowned, he could tell the man before him was lying. “W-What do you mean you don't know?”
“I-I don't know.”
“That is bullshit and you know it Damien.” Virgil felt his heart begin racing against his chest and his mind spewing possibly answers in its cluttered state.
Damien remained silent, Virgil's mind and stomach jumping over hurdles as he waited.
“You might get hurt.”
Every whisper went quiet.
“Leo, is not a good man. He-he makes those who owe him break and crumble.” Damien looked up at Virgil, his eyes narrowed and full of grief and hatred. “He makes people so sick and cruel tasks.”
Virgil could feel his world begin to close. “L-like What?”
“Kill hoards on their own. Throw them into hordes. Leave them in the night alone with only a pocket knife to defend themself with.” Damien's voice broke, and he was quick to move to his feet. Tears escaping his eyes as the chair behind him hit the floor.
Virgil reached out, his body acting on his own. Swiftly Damien was pulled into the warmth of Virgil's small body. Virgil remained silent as Damien cried into his shoulder, the man trembeling beneath Virgil's hands. The moon watched them overhead as the night progressed.
“Hello Damien.” Leo smiled, walking towards Damien, who was pushing the ever silent Virgil in a wheel chair.
“Hello Leo, I hope you are having a good day.” Damien's voice was dead, unlike the way he spoke to Virgil. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly at Leo.
“Hmm, not very good. But I know after this, it will only get better.” He looked towards Virgil. “How are you my little bird-” he reached out, but was stopped when Damien caught his wrist.
“I insist not to touch my patient. He is rather ill, after yesterday.” Damien immediately retracted his hand, pushing Virgil a bit forward, just out of reach of where Leo stood.
Leo's frown was quick to turn around. “Fair enough, he will need his energy for my task. Push him to the courtyard, I will be there in five minutes.” Damien nodded, pushing Virgil to the door of Building B.
“Wh-what will I be doing?” Virgil stuttered, as soon as they were out of Leo's earshot. Virgil looked up catching the look of hatred on Damien's face.
“I don't know, but if it's too extreme, I'll try my best to protect you.” Damien smiled down at Virgil. A small breath of relief left Virgil's lips.
The hallways seemed endless in Building B, turn this way, walk straight, turn that way, walk that way. Virgil closed his eyes, his mind popping question after question. His anxiety beginning to rise, and with all these walls around him. He didn't think he would make it out of this anxiety attack.
“I'm anxious.”
“Don't be!” The sweet voice of Patton said. “Everything will be a-okay!”
“Yes, from my calculations you had me do, everything should go swimmingly.” Logan smiled, his upper face covered by a black shadow. Though Virgil didn't seem to mind.
“Are you sure though?” He asked again, worrying his bottom lip, as he watched Logan lick his lip ring.
“Positive, please breath darling.” Logan placed a hand on Virgil's shoulder and pulled him into a hug.
The door opened revealing a panting Roman. “I'm back!” He smiled raising the mask and walking over to Virgil.
“Are you alright my little storm cloud?” Roman pondered, tilting his head just a bit.
Virgil looked towards the carpeted floor, before looking up and meeting Roman, Patton, and Logan's eyes. His lips upturned, “yeah.”
Patton smiled widely, running and hugging the smaller man. “I'm glad! Now you go out there and sign some books!”
Roman joined the hug. “Yes! My beautiful @”&?@&!” Virgil blinked at the jumbled mess that came from Roman's mouth.
“What did you say-”
“I said we're here.” Virgil jumped, rapidly looking around. He sighed in disappointment, that was a dream, or was it?
“Are you alright Virgil?” Damien questioned, his eyes depicting worry.
“Y-yeah, just fell asleep.”
Damien stared at Virgil a little longer, before sighing. In one quick motion he took the white glove off and placed his hand on Virgil's forehead.
“You don't seem to have a fever. Are you certain you are alright?” He removed his hand, sipping his hand back on before Virgil could even comprehend what happened.
“Y-yeah. Promise.” He bit his lip, he didn't even believe himself at this point.
“If you say so.” Damien stood straight, staring at the door before them. “Listen Virgil.”
Virgil titled his head up, “I need you to understand Leo isn't going to go easy on you. He -he examined you both mentally and physically. And he will do whatever it takes to break you.”
Virgil nodded, turning his head towards the door. “I-I have things to do. I n-need to find some people. I don't know where they are. B-but I will find them.”
Damien's eyes crinkled, “I'll try my best to help you find them.”
“Thank you.”
“Now, lets go.” Damien waited for Virgil's nod, before pushing open the metallic door, and pushing Virgil out into the clear sunny day.