I'm so sorry! I'm running a little behind with my updates.

Q: cliché question but... Vampire or werewolf?

Pairing: platonic-ish Moxiety

“Just be careful!” Patton warned nervously as Virgil climbed a rather talk tree to retrieve a small terrified kitten. “Don't worry I got it.” Virgil called from a few feet up, his feet nearly loosing his footing. Patton winced and bit his nails each time he thought Virgil was going to fall. But the dark trait didn't think much of it, he was always one to put himself in danger, not because he wanted to hurt himself or anything, but he liked the rush in his veins and the beating of his heart.

And now as he reached the frightened kitten his heart was beating crazily in his chest. It was different this time, maybe it was because Patton was with him, but something else felt wrong too. He felt fear.

When he finally grasped onto the branch that the kitten sat on he took a shaky breath and called for the kitten. In return the kitten hissed, afraid, and clawed at Virgil who reached for it. Virgil froze and pursed his lips. “Okay, okay don't look down.” He told himself and immediately scooped the kitten with his free arm. Sure enough the kitten started to squirm in his arms, it scratched and mewed.

Virgil winced and shifted his weight, and then the branch beneath his feet suddenly broke in half. He gasped and tightly held onto the thin branch, it gave out soon after, he felt himself fall and he braced himself for the impact, he heard Patton's yell. Heard the loud cries of the kitten, heard his body land harshly as soon as he hit the ground. His head landed with a dull thump and a dull pain formed, he felt the kitten run out of his arms, he couldn't breathe.

His mouth was open agape, trying to regain his breath. It took longer than what he expected and by the time Patton was by his side he was gasping and wheezing. Trembling hands held his own. “Virgil!” Patton cried. Virgil's eyesight blurred making Patton look like a distorted figure, his voice sounded like he was at the end of a long tunnel. And oddly enough, Virgil felt sleepy despite having fallen from a tree. Patton panicked and slightly shook his shoulder, trying to keep him awake. “Don't go to sleep, I called the ambulance they're on their way.” He explained.

Patton knew he couldn't move Virgil, if he had hurt his back then that meant moving him would harm him even more, and he saw how bad the fall was, he knew he had a concussion. So instead he just sat by him, holding his hand, keeping him awake. Of course Patton never expected it to be do difficult because not even two minutes later Virgil began to doze off.

“No, no, no, don’t go to sleep just yet. Virgil? Stay with me kiddo.” Patton's eyebrows pulled together as he squeezed his hand a little more urgently, but Virgil had gone limp in his hands, eyelids sliding shut, going against Patton's plead.

Patton felt his heart drop and then skip a beat for extra measures.

He had to wake him up.

He tried to yell as softly as possible, knowing the smallest sound would possibly hurt Virgil with the concussion he had, but it took a few tries until he startled awake with a whimper. Patton let out a cry of relief and leaned forward to press his forehead against Virgil's own. “Don't fall asleep, please Virgil, I need you here with me.” He begged. Virgil groaned and gave Patton's hand a small, reassuring squeeze.

“I'm here.” He whispered.

“I'm here...”

It took Patton a lot to keep Virgil awake, from yelling his name, to shaking him awake. It was absolute torture for him, having to keep his kiddo from sleeping even as he whimpers from the pain, even as he squeezed his hand tighter. When the ambulance finally arrived Virgil allowed himself to close his eyes, his heart clenched with pain as he heard Patton sob. Slowly, he drifted, and tried not to panic as he was pried away from Patton's grasp.

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He woke with a start, and a splitting headache soon after. He groaned and shut his eyes once again.

Everything was too bright for him, too overwhelming. Too much.

He breathed steadily, in and out, he felt something in his hand. Warm and somewhat firm, yet soft and caring.

Another hand was in his own.

He opened his eyes slowly and squinted, at first his vision blurred and tilted, but when it cleared up he found himself lying on a hospital bed, in a brightly lit and extremely cold room. Beside him, sitting on a chair, their head on his lap and their hand in his own, was Patton, sleeping soundly. Yet the position he was in looked really uncomfortable.

Virgil grunted as he sat himself up and hissed as he moved his head. He brought his free hand to his head, feeling the rough cloth of bandages wrapped around his head. Patton stirred by his movement and gasped when he looked up at the now awake Virgil, he sat up quickly and immediately wrapped his arms around him. Virgil huffed and returned the much needed hug. “Hey Pat.” He greeted.

Patton sniffed and hid his face in his chest, soaking his hospital gown with his tears. “I'm okay Pat, I'm here.” Virgil cooed. The trait pulled away from the embrace and wiped at his eyes, “I thought I was going to lose you.” He blubbered and took his hand. Virgil gave his hand a tight squeeze and cupped his cheek. “I'm here Pat, we're okay.” He reassured.

Patton nodded and took a shaky breath.

“We're okay.” He repeated and reassured himself.

Virgil smiled and kissed his cheek. “We're okay.” He said one last time before Patton leaned against him. Finally, he sighed, his world was at peace again.