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Virgil really wasn't doing well.
His body ached constantly, worsened by the stress he was enduring. This led to him unwillingly spending a lot of time bed-bound, which just made his depression worse.
The others would sometimes check on him, but they had their own lives to live, so a lot of his time was spent stuck in bed, so unwell that he couldn't even get up to feed himself.
He was so stressed and tired, and he just wanted everything to stop, or for someone to come by so he could sob into their chest.
But, again, all his friends were busy.
Lord, give me peace...