(Warnings: Angst, Mentions of sickness, short Oneshot, terrible writing. Idk tell me if there is more-)

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Past memories.

Present memories.

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Virgil and (Y/n) liked each other. It wasn't a secret, infact the two of them knew it themselves. They just never knew what they should do about it. So, the two of them never said anything, never did Anything to make them official, and it was becoming unbearable.

The time the two spent with each other was coming to be a pain. Neither of them being able to say anything about the love they had for each other. That is, until one day.

Virgil and (Y/n) passed by each other, giving their usual 'hello' as a greeting.

As (Y/n) was starting to walk away, Virgil sighed Exasperatedly. (Y/n) turned around to face him.

He looked into their eyes, his own being tired and full of it. Although the tiredness wasn't from the lack of sleep. It was from pretending.

"Okay, enough is enough. You, me, a movie and then a nice dinner, preferably this weekend at around 6pm, What do you say?"  He stated, a sudden burst of confidence piercing through him.

(Y/n) looked taken aback, although their surprise faded quickly, realization flooded in. "Wha- I- Sounds perfect-" They responded, blinking as if they'd wake up from a dream in a few seconds.

"Great. I'll see you this weekend." Virgil said, huffing and walking off. Although when he got out of (Y/n's) sight, his cheeks turned into a deep crimson, his heart racing at his past actions.

"Patton's doing well, he came over to see how everything was doing yesterday. He got a new pet, Which isn't surprising, heh."

Weeks flew by, and Virgil and (Y/n's) relationship was finally official. Which was a joy to hear from the others.

But, a downside to the situation, was that (Y/n) wasn't really feeling well, just a nauseous stomach and a headache, which isn't as bad as what Virgil made it out to be.

He was there, trying to make them feel better, bringing them medicine and soup to help them.

Which didn't go unappreciated.

"Really, Virgil, I'm okay. I'm just a little nauseous." (Y/n) said, smiling as Virgil made them sit down on the couch as he brought them their food.

"I don't care, it could be something Serious. I still say we should go to the hospital." He responded, handing them their chicken noodle soup, which he had made.

"It's just a headache, Virgil. If I went to the hospital everytime I had a headache, I would practically live there." They told him, blowing at the spoonful of soup, to cool it.

"You mean you've had headaches a lot recently?"

"Yeah, why?" They answered, glancing up at him, as they ate the spoonful of soup.

"That's not normal, we should really get you to a hospital." Virgil said, knitting his eyebrows in worry.

"Its not a big deal, But I tell you what. If The symptoms get worse, I'll go to the hospital like you ask." They compromised, holding out their hand for him to shake as if this was a business deal.

Virgil narrowed his eyes at them, but shook their hand. "Promise?" He asked.

"Promise."

"Everyone misses you, maybe they could come over soon, to talk and spend time with us, like they used to. I'll see if they're free to come over soon."

As time went by, The headaches became worse, but what (Y/n) wasn't expecting, was to wake up one morning in agony.

Their head was pounding, making them feel as if their head would explode. The nausea was also heightened, causing them to run to the bathroom quickly, vomiting into the toilet.

After a while they had finally stopped, although the pain wasn't gone, infact, it was worse. They stood up, almost falling at how weak they were.

They fumbled around, trying to find their phone to contact Virgil, as they tried to control their breathing.

Grabbing their phone from off of the bedside table, they called Virgil. Him picking up almost immediately.

"Hello?" Virgil's voice responded, from the other end of the phone.

"V-Virgil- I- i-It got worse-...the pain- I-... Virgil-... I should have listened to you-"

"What-? Hold on, I'm coming, just sit down- I'll be there in a few minutes, just wait, okay? (Y/n)? (Y/n)?!" His panicked voice asked, as the sound of a car door slamming shut was heard in the background.

(Y/n) was unable to respond, due to them seeing nothing but black dots, their vision blurring and starting to darken.

They tried to hold onto something as they started to lose strength in their knees, causing them to fall down, unconscious. The only thing that was heard was the panicked yells from Virgil on the phone and the faint sound of a car rushing towards the house.

"....Even I miss you, Darling.. I miss our talks, I miss being able to hold you, I miss being able to see your smile.. So, Wake up, from this coma, okay? Wake up for me?" Virgil asked (Y/n) who was unresponsive. He held onto their hand, tightly, hoping. And sniffling, quietly. "What do you say?"

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(Word count: 885 in total)