Requested by MARICHAT35 it's a little late but I hope you like it!

Virgil groaned as a wave of pain surged through him, he curled in on himself and bit back a whimper, his fingers clutched onto the damp sheets of his bed and his eyes squeezed shut.

He couldn't take it.

He couldn't be alone.

He needed to be with someone.

Anyone.

And so, he dragged himself out of his bed and ventured out to the living room, his feet dragged and his shoulders were slumped, he trembled with cold, his temple was coated with a thin sheen of sweat and his cheeks were red with fever. He was miserable, everything hurt, he was so tired, so cold.

Why was he so cold? Why was he so sweaty?

He shivered once more and hugged his blanket closer to his trembling form, his bottom lip was caught between his teeth, swollen pink, a bad habit of his. His hair was messy and disheveled, a few strands stuck to his temple due to the excessive sweating. The faint sound of singing came from the living room, Virgil felt a frown tug at his lips.

Moreover, who the heck was singing?

He trudged over to the living room and was met with a delightful sight, one that eased his pain a tiny bit.

Roman sat at the couch, swaddled in blankets, hair cutely messy, and a huge smile plastered across his face as he sang. The television played ‘The Greatest Showman’ which had soon became Roman's most favorite movie of all time...

Well, at least one that wasn't Disney related.

Virgil smiled at the sight and just couldn't help himself, he trudged over to where Roman sat, crawled onto the couch, and in an instant weakly wrapped his arms around the prince's waist. Roman was a bit startled, for he had been so enticed by the movie,  but when he realized that it was none other than the dark anxious trait that was cuddling him, he sighed. “What are you doing?” He chuckled and ran his fingers through the trait's hair, Virgil replied with a raspy cough and snuggled closer to him.

Roman then understood, he did not need any further explanation. So, he unraveled himself from his blankets, scooped Virgil up and onto his lap, and cocooned themselves with the blanket. Virgil sighed in content and rested his head against Roman's shoulder, setting his attention on the movie, Roman pressed a kiss to his cheek and together they watched the movie.

Midway, Virgil began to doze off, he nodded off and on, his head lolled to the side and he'd jump awake each time he dozed. And then he couldn't keep himself awake, his fever had weakened him, his headache numbed and made him feel a bit stuffy. Nevertheless he clung onto Roman, he seemed to make him feel better just by being there with him. Before he fully fell to a deep slumber he heard Roman whisper, “I love you.”

The trait weakly smiled. “I love you too Roman.” He slurred. “Whatever happened to out nicknames Hot Topic?” The prince teased. Virgil snickered. “You think I'm hot, sir sing a lot.”

After a moment of silence Virgil slowly, surely, allowed himself to be taken into the arms of sleep.

Roman held him closer as he drifted. “Get better soon kitten, I'll be here with you, waiting.”