Virgil stood in front of his best friend, on the ground, pale, and almost... lifeless. NO! No he can't be dead, he couldn't lose him. Patton was his everything. He made him feel like everything else mattered, even when it didn't. Virgil picked him up in bridal style and burst out of the room. He ran to the bathroom and sat Patton down on the closed toilet seat. He took a rag with some rubbing alcohol and dabbed it on the deep cuts Patton self-inflicted. Patton moaned softly and the sting, almost like a bee sting. He was waking up. 

         "P...Patton?" Virgil asked cautiously. 

        Patton slowly opened his eyes, then when he saw the pained and worried expression on Virgil's face he turned away in guilt. Why hadn't he died?! He had wanted to die! Virgil grabbed his hand and hummed softly. The lullaby Patton used to sing to Virgil to get him to sleep. Patton teared up. Why was Virgil doing this? Patton didn't think he deserved this. Virgil took out a needle and some thread. He sterilized the needle and numbed the area. He slowly and carefully stitched each cut with gentle hands. Once done he wrapped it. 

         Patton looked at him when he was done. "Why?" he simply asked.

         "Why what?" Virgil asked.

        "Why did you save me?" He asked.

       "Because I can't live without you, you mean so much to me..." Virgil teared up.

     "You should have let me die..." Patton hoarsely said.

    "I can't lose you Patton I NEED YOU!" Virgil screamed. 

    "No you don't, Thomas and the sides don't need me, why should you?!"