Virgil paced quickly in the waiting room, his face being tear stained and his eyes being red and puffy. He hadn't felt so scared before in his life. He could lose not only Roman, but Logan and possibly Patton as well. He didn't want to be alone. Not again. He couldn't handle being just without Roman as his lover, how would he act if they all died? His world would be destroyed. He suddenly heard footsteps rushing towards him, causing him to look. He was suddenly hugged tightly by one arm, Virgil being shocked. He hadn't expected it. He pushed the person back to see who it was, and his eyes stung with tears. It was Patton. Patton's eyes were watery, indicating he was going to cry himself. His injured shoulder was wrapped up, his arm being in a cast. Virgil hugged him tightly, bursting into tears. Patton quickly returned the hug, beginning to cry.
                   "P–Please tell me *HIC* th–that they're o–o–okay," Virgil whispered nearly inaudibly. Patton nodded, pushing his glasses up to wipe his eyes.
                    "Th–They are. I–I just talked to Logan. He'll be able to walk in a few days," Patton spoke, Virgil nodding.
                     "W–What about Roman..?" Virgil hesitantly asked. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know the truth. But he had to. Patton smiled, nodding. "He's just sleeping," Patton spoke, causing a shaky sigh of relief to leave Virgil. He wiped his eyes, a sniffle leaving him.

                  Roman squinted his eyes open, groaning slightly. His vision blurred, the lights stinging his eyes. He rose his arm to shield his eyes a little as they got to focus.
                   "Well, good morning," a woman's voice rang in his ears, Roman looking over. He saw a woman with orange hair, baby blue eyes, and freckles. She wore a doctor's outfit. "It's about time you woke up. Your boyfriend is worried sick about you." Roman's eyes widened as memories of what happened filled his mind. He sprung up, hissing loudly in pain as he gripped his chest. The doctor rushed over, quickly helping him lay down.
                   "Easy there, Roman," the doctor spoke. "I'll go get him for you. You hang tight." Roman nodded, reading her name tag. Dr.Skriller. Dr.Skriller walked out, Roman biting his lip harshly. So many questions flooded his mind. Is he okay? Is he hurt? Did I hurt him?! Roman shakily sighed, closing his eyes as he tried thinking. He heard the door open, his eyes shooting open. Dr.Skriller walked in, Virgil quickly following in afterwards. Roman's eyes widened at the sight of Virgil's wings. Virgil's eyes swam with tears as he darted over, hugging Roman tightly. He burst into tears as Roman hugged back, sitting up as he rubbed Virgil's back. Virgil gripped his shirt, shaking uncontrollably. Roman hushed him, rubbing circles into his back.
                  "Shhhh, it's okay, Star," he whispered, kissing his head. "I'm okay. It's okay. I got you now." Virgil nodded as he whined quietly, hiccuping loudly. He cupped Roman's face, kissing all over it. Roman couldn't help but giggled at this, bringing a small smile to Virgil's lips. Roman cupped Virgil's face, wiping his eyes with the pads of his thumbs. Virgil placed his hands on Roman's, smiling. Roman then noticed his wings again.
                    "How did you get your wings back?" He asked, raising a brow. Virgil shrugged.
                    "I honestly don't know. They were in the warehouse and next thing you know, they were on my back." Roman nodded, pressing his lips against Virgil's briefly. Virgil giggled, pressing his forehead against his.
                   "I love you Roman," Virgil said as he draped his arms around his neck. Roman hugged his waist as he smiled brightly. "I love you too, Star."