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Roman was asleep, so Virgil had to be quiet. Don't let the drawers opening and closing make any noise. Don't step too hard and have audible footfalls. Don't make any noises of pain.
There was one especially painful injury. Roman had thrown… something sharp at Virgil while they were arguing. He didn't mean to hit him, just for it to be a warning. At least, that's what Virgil thought. What were they even arguing about..?
It didn’t matter. Roman was now asleep after pulling an all-nighter to study. If Virgil was going to run away, this was his best chance.
So he ran.
His legs hurt. His side hurt. People were looking. Was it that obvious that he hurt?
It didn't matter. All that mattered was getting to Logan's dorm room. He knew the way by heart.
So he kept running. Across streets (not stopping for other cars), cutting corners. Into the building, up the stairs.
By the time he got to Logan's room, his vision was swimming, and he only had enough energy to knock before he collapsed onto the ground. And the last thing he was aware of was a door opening to reveal bright blue shoes, and a voice calling out his name before everything went black.