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The continuous noise gave Virgil a pounding headache. Or, maybe he woke up with that. He didn't really know. When he opened his eyes he was met with a blinding light.

He was... Alive?

He didn't remember much, but he did remember some nasty cuts and blacking out. But not before seeing a vaguely familiar figure. When he fully opened his eyes he scanned his surroundings.

L i g h t

A window that looked out onto roof access, a small TV moniter high on the wall, an analog clock, dark blue walls, wooden doors, plastic bed guards, and next to him, in an uncomfortable looking hospital chair, was Roman. He was fast asleep but holding his hand. Quickly, he grabbed his hand back from him. He instantly regretted it, feeling pain, as well as waking him up. I grunted in pain and gripped my wrists.

"Oh my God... Virgil? You're awake!" Roman lunged at me and gave me the strongest but most gentle hug he could manage. He was almost in tears. Actually, he was,"Why wouldn't you let me help? What happened? You seemed upset but you wouldn't let me in and when I walked in and you were lying there... Almost..."

For a moment Virgil almost forgot about why he was here in the first place. But then he remembered, "Why are you even here? I know you hate me,"

"Virgil, what are you on about? I love you, more than anything else,"

"No you don't! I heard you! I know you hate me, so why not take this as a chance to replace me?" Virgil tried so hard to pull away from Roman but he forced him to look him in the eyes.

"Virgil, what do you mean?" He asked calmly.

"I heard you..Talking to..Logan. you wanna replace me, I'm too much more work than what m worth." Roman's facial expression softened and instead of confused, it was a look of worry.

"Virgil, I wasn't talking about you, we were talking about Jake. He made the football team and he's absolutely useless at it. I would never say those things about you. Virgil, I love you, please know that," Roman did his very best to help him understand.

Virgil thought for a moment, he believed him, but what if he was lying? He often thought that he trusted people too much. When it came to Roman, he couldn't help it.

"I-- I trust you. But, I'm gonna need time... I might seem distant at first but..." Virgil put his hand on Roman's, "I trust you,"

A sad but relieved smile was on Roman's face. He wished he could've done something before it got this far, but he didn't.

Their comfortable silence together didn't last long because soon enough the doctor came in, "Ah, Mr.Sanders! You're awake! How are you?" Virgil only replied with a look that said 'what do you think?' The doctor noticed this and continued, "Looking at your records here, it says that you attempted suicide? And for unknown reason... Care to share?"

"Not really..."

"Well then, it has been presented to me by your nurses that the cuts don't seem to be the first of their kind. It's been discussed amongst us that you will be admitted to the mental hospital down the street so you can be carefully monitored for a week, minimum. We hope you improve, Mr.Sanders,"

With terror and uncertainty in his eyes, Virgil glanced over to Roman, who took both of his hands and kissed his forehead.

"You're going to be okay,"

"Promise?"

"I promise,"

"Okay, I believe you,"