Roman's POV:

Oh my fucking god why am I so stupid? I am literally the stupidest and most horrible person ever. I didn't mean to hurt Virgil. I wanted to go over and comfort him and bring him happiness. But I did the exact opposite of that. Instead, I made him, gave him a panic attack, and hurt him so fucking deeply. What if he cuts himself? What if he throws up because he thinks he deserves it? What if the voice becomes stronger? What if he's hurting himself in other ways? WHAT IF HE TRIES TO KILL HIMSELF AGAIN?!!!

I know what I have to do.

I run upstairs to his room and knock on the door. No answer. I knock again. Still no answer. I then start banging on the door. "Virgil? Virgil, are you in there?" Silence answers me. "Virgil, baby, please, just answer me." Still silence. "Baby, I'm so sorry. It's just that..." I sigh. "It's just that when I'm angry or frustrated, I take it out on whoever's there. Even if you were Patton or Logan or Thomas or anyone for that matter, standing there, I would've still yelled at them. It didn't have anything to do with you. I just don't know how to control my anger. I think I also represent Thomas' anger and frustration side. Like how you represent his anxiety, his flight and fight reflex, and his...uhm...depression." I hear someone shuffle in the room but no one talks, so I keep on talking. "I love you with all of my heart and soul, even if we do have the same heart and soul, but that's not the point." I sigh again, feeling tears come to my eyes. I hope he can forgive me. I couldn't live without him. "I didn't mean what I said, Virgie." I start to choke on my words. "I love you. I can't live without you. I'll always want to be with you. You know that, right? You know that I'll always be by your side no matter what, right? Please say you know that. Please answer me, baby. Please just answer me..." I fall down onto my knees, burying my face in my hands, crying even harder than before, if that's possible. I knock on his door again with only a little strength. I feel so drained. "Could you please just answer...for me?"

I hear the door unlock and look up to see a bloodshot Virgil standing there. I quickly get up and hug him tightly. I start to play with his hair as he hugs back. "You came just in time," he whispers.

I look down at him in confusion. "What do you mean?"

I hear something clatter down on the floor and that's when I realize his tear streamed face. His makeup is running down his cheeks and his face is all wet. I wipe away his tears with my thumb and look down on the floor to see what he dropped. I feel more tears come to my eyes as I see what it is.

A razor blade.

I turn back to Virgil and make his eyes meet mine by lifting his chin up with my finger. "Did you cut yourself?"

He shakes his head. "No, but I was about to." I sigh in relief, but then he says, "I was going to do more than just cut myself a few times."

I gasp and cup his face in my hands. "Listen to me, Virgil. Never ever ever ever try to kill yourself ever again! Okay? I don't want you to die. I can't live without you." I start choking on my words again. God, today has been very emotional. "I love you. I need you. Logan needs. Patton needs you. Thomas needs you. And as much as it's weird to say, Mike needs you. We all need you...and we all love you. Okay? I promise you that." I kiss the top of his forehead and take his hands in mine. We both stare at our conjoined hands as I speak. "If you ever killed yourself or if I ever found you dead..." I shake my head. "I wouldn't know what to do with myself."

Virgil looks up at me with his sad, puppy dog eyes. "But you would be better off without me. You all would. Especially Thomas. As you said, I also represent his depression."

Then something in my mind clicks and I feel so stupid for not thinking of it. "Virgil, how long have you been depressed?"

He shrugs. "About three years. Why?"

I think back to major events that happened in Thomas' life three years ago. What is something that could've...? Then it hits me like a ton of bricks. Thomas went into a deep depression and had major anxiety after his ex-boyfriend broke up with him. They were together for nearly five years, but the ex cheated on Thomas and left him for the other man. Thomas didn't take the breakup very well after that. He even still cries himself to sleep at night about it. Not all the time, but he does on occasion.

"You remember Thomas' ex-boyfriend, right?"

Virgil thinks back but then nods. "Yeah. What does that have to do with anything?"

"When Thomas was super depressed and anxious, did you happen to- I don't know- suck up all of his depression and anxiety?"

He nods as if it's nothing. "Yeah, I do it every once in a while. I do it so Thomas doesn't go into a major depression again. Remember when he would cut himself? That was just awful." He starts biting on his nails, a habit he does when he's bored or nervous.

"Do you think that you could have depression because of taking all of Thomas' depression?"

He stops in his tracks and says, "It doesn't matter, okay? It has to be done."

I feel myself starting to get irritated with him. "It does matter! Look at what you're doing to yourself!" I grab his arm and pull up his sleeve. My eyes widen as I see bleeding cuts on there. "I thought you said you didn't cut yourself."

"I lied."

"Okay, let's go." I grab his arm and start to pull him downstairs.

"Hey, let go of me!"

"No."

"Let go!"

"No!"

"Why not?!"

"Because we have something to discuss with the others."