Why can't we be friends, when we were lovers?

A question Virgil had asked himself several times over a matter of days after Roman had just left him standing there, and if he were honest with himself... he knew the answer.

It had been days since Virgil had even left his house- a place that was filled with joyous memories of the two. He only really left because Patton had basically kicked him out of the house.

Him, Logan, and Patton sought out to have a fun night out at a gay bar. So when they arrived at the bar, they immediately got drunk off their ass, not expecting this.

It was later into the night and Virgil was feeling depressed as well as nauseous, so he laid his head on the bar with a groan when he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Virgil?"

Virgil did nothing more but turn his head to see his ex, Roman. Upon seeing him he sat up as best as he could but the upcoming vomit that was bound to rise at any second was making it hard. "Roman?"

"Hey hot-topic, hows life? I haven't seen ya in a while." Virgil barely heard the question as the room around him begun to spin.

"Uh, F-Fine... You?" Virgil tried his hardest to keep his composure as the other spoke, somewhere in between Roman's words Virgil swore he had heard: This is my boyfriend. But he wasn't too sure from his vision and hearing fading in and out.

"Verge, are you okay?" Before he could answer, a wave of dizziness came over him, causing him to vomit. 

Virgil's vision had retrieved to blackness before returning to its original state when he realized he had vomited all over Roman. "Oh fuck- sorry."

Somehow, Virgil couldn't find it within him to feel guilty for this. It was gross, yes but in all fairness, Roman hurt him a million times worse. 

Roman's boyfriend couldn't help but laugh but when Roman looked up from his Vomit covered shoes and jeans, Virgil had blacked out.

Now being put in an extremely awkward situation, Roman looked around for anyone he may be with to see his distant friends Patton and Logan in the distance. Roman told his significant other to remain with Virgil as he got the others.

Roman walked up to Patton and Logan, what a lovely couple, he thought only to realize he wasn't there for small talk. Patton had greeted him with the usual perky smile but Logan couldn't be colder. 

"Kiddo! I didn't know you'd be here!" Logan rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, mumbling something along the lines of "If we did we wouldn't have come."

Roman sighed at the remark as Logan looked around him "Where's Virgil?" Roman grabbed both Patton and Logan by the hand, taking them by surprise. "That's why I'm here."

Roman had drug the others to the blacked out Virgil, Patton being over-protective and worried had rushed to the youngers side with Logan not too far behind.

"I advise we take him to the hospital- just in case..." Patton picked him up, or tried as he tried to contain his worry and genuine hate for Roman at the moment but was failing... hard.

Logan took Virgil from Patton who was straining to stay standing from the heavier weight leaning down on him. "In case what?" Patton asked hesitantly as Logan took Virgil from him.

Logan didn't reply as he began to walk out of the bar with Virgil in hand as the other two followed. Roman didn't feel obligated to follow but he wanted to know if he was okay- he still cared. 

They all got in the car, the ride to the hospital was awfully silent and awkward but once they made it there they each rushed Virgil in as soon as they could.

Roman lurked behind as the others rushed to the front desk, he couldn't really hear what was said but just from plain common sense, he knew they were explaining the situation and asking for help.

Roman watched as a dolly( Dolly, is that what it's called?) pulled Virgil away and into one of the various rooms. Logan and Patton came back, each of them looking as if they'd just been hit by a car.

Virgil briefly blinked his eyes open, his breath felt weighted and constricted but just as he opened his eyes to see Doctors and Nurses scrambling around him, they'd fallen closed again with his consciousness. 

Everything around him was momentarily black, or it seemed that way... he just couldn't see what was around him and he couldn't move. Virgil was just laying, seemingly paralyzed in the darkness of the world around him.

Virgil was confused and scared until suddenly he felt the urge to sit up- so he did but as he sat up he gasped for air. As Virgil looked around, he saw what looked like an abandoned hospital, the lights were flickering like they'd been busted.

Virgil should've known something was going on but never questioned it, not that much anyway.

Virgil got up and walked around, the room he was in had one twin bed in the center of the room and the room was dim with a green accent.. possibly due to some molding. 

Virgil noticed that his movements became more, twitching, than normal movements. He decided to look around for a mirror, it didn't take him long to find one from the room he was in being particularly small.

The mirror looked as if it were one from a school bathroom, square and in the center. It also happened to not be the cleanest... he took what he could get and in taking a glimpse in the mirror he'd seen himself but he was in a white gown, his eyes-

His eyes had no color.. they were black all around. Even where it naturally had color it was just black. Virgil's breath hitched from shock.

What the hell was this?

To Be Continued BITCHES!