Point of View: Roman, First Person
Timeline: Present Day

"What are you thinking?" I asked, tilting my head a little, trying to see his expression from behind his hood, while he sat at the end of my king-size bed, fidgeting.

Virgil had taken to never leaving my side, not allowing me to do much of anything by myself beyond taking a shower and using the bathroom.  He brought me food, sometimes talked to me, but mostly he either played his guitar or listened to music with his headphones.

I slept most the time.  I guess nearly dying can take a lot out of you.

Virgil huffed a little at the question, tugging his hood up higher, completely hiding his face from view.  "Look, Prince. I don't wanna fight with you right now."

I sat up at that.  "I've just been sitting in a coma for the past week.  You're going tell me what you're thinking," I said, arms crossing over my chest stubbornly.

"Well," Virgil said, shifting from his sitting position at the end of my bed, making his way to his feet and starting to pace - yanking his headphones down to hang around his neck. "To start with, I've been kinda driving myself up the freakin' wall - wondering why my boyfriend didn't feel inclined to mention to me that if I didn't love him, he would die."

Oh.

"And I've been sitting here, wondering if my boyfriend was ever planning to tell me.  Wondering why he didn't tell me.  Have any ideas?" Virgil finished, stopping to look at me.

"I thought it would be... easier not to," I admitted, my voice low.

"That was not your decision to make, Prince," Virgil pointed an angry finger at me, suddenly furious.  "You could have died Roman!  Gosh - can you not think of yourself you just one stupid minute?!  You didn't only put yourself in danger, Prince - you put Thomas in danger; you put all of us in danger.  

"What would Thomas do without you, Roman?!  Did you ever consider that?  Thomas has already stated - more than once - that he didn't know what he would do without you.  Do you think he was just - just kidding or something?

"And all because it was easier not to?" Virgil shook his head, hands hiding in his extra long sleeves, but I didn't have to see his hands to know they were in fists.

"So fine - let's say I came clean and told you everything from the start," I argued. "What did you expect to do about it?  What did you expect me to do about it?  Just... move on with my life and never love anyone at all?" I argued, cheeks turning pink with passion.

"If that's what it took to keep Thomas and the others safe - yes!"

I let a small whimper as an unexpected ring of pain ran through me.  Tiny, in comparison, but still enough to make me flinch.

Virgil stopped at my whimper - eyes flickering with some brief emotion that I couldn't read, before making his way over to me.

He didn't say anything for a minute.  "You are going to answer everything I ask you.  And you are going to tell me everything I need to know - am I making myself clear?" he said finally, voice low.

I nodded, admittedly a bit nervous at his cold tone.

"What does it feel like?" Virgil asked, eyes dropping down to my heart before flying back up to my eyes.

I thought for a moment, trying to think of how to describe.  "It's not always the same," I admitted.  "It's depends on how severe."

"What do you consider severe?"

I squirmed, already uncomfortable.  I didn't want to tell him, but he was right - he needed to know.  And the whole truth, not just parts of it.  I needed to be completely honest with him.  "It feels like someone is taking a small needle and stabbing me in the heart," I said, voice low.  I wasn't going to try and make this sound better than it was.  He wanted the truth, there it was.

Virgil gasped a little at that, but quickly recovered, continuing.  "When does it happen?  Every time we fight?" he asked, voice a little strained.

I shook my head.  "No, not every time.  Only when you make remarks about leaving me, not loving me anymore - those are the ones where my heart is directly affected."

Virgil didn't say anything at that.

"Roman.. why didn't you tell me?  The next time your heart breaks -"

I held my hand up, effectively cutting Virgil off.  He stopped, a little stunned, and I couldn't bring myself to look at him.

"Virgil... my heart... didn't break."

Virgil froze.

"Prince you didn't move for a week," Virgil said starting to shake.  "Y-You almost DIED and - and if it wasn't your heart breaking, then what was it?"

My eyes welled up with tears.  "If my heart broke, then I'd - I'd be dead," I said quietly.  "What that was... it's was me being... heartsick."

Virgil didn't move.

I slid out from under the sheet and crawled over to him, my legs weren't quite stable enough to hold my weight yet.  My wings were almost back to normal, but I wouldn't trust them to hold my weight considering they haven't gotten their gold tint back.

I settled down next to Virgil who seemed to be think about this too much.  I reached over and grabbed his hand, gently giving it a squeeze.

"Are you okay? Virgil? Was that too much?"

"W-Why didn't Logan say that i-it b-broke?" he stuttered, brain trying to put everything together. "H-How did Logan and Patton even know-"

Virgil stopped as he realized.  "They knew, didn't they?"

When I didn't respond, Virgil twisted around to face me, forcing me to look at him.  "They knew this was going to happen, didn't they?"

I didn't respond for a moment, picking my nails sheepishly (a horrid habit, I am well aware).  "They were the ones that told me," I admitted.

Virgil nodded, getting to his feet and making his way to the door

"W-Where are you going?" I asked, sliding to my feet and trying (and failing) to follow him.  I let out a cry of pain and I crumpled to the floor, legs still not strong enough to hold my weight.

And Virgil was there in a heartbeat, helping me back onto the bed.

"Shh," Virgil said once I had settled.  "I know you want to go and save the day, but let me handle this one, okay?"

I couldn't do anything but nod in response, suddenly very sleepy.  "Please don't go hard on them, Anx.  I told them not to," I said, eyes slipping shut.

"O.K.," Virgil said softly, gently pressing a kiss to my forehead.  I smiled softly as my tired mind slipping gently to sleep.

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Point of View: Virgil, First Person

They.... knew?

They knew this was going to happen...

AND THEY DIDN'T TELL ME.

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Sorry for the short chapter, I've just been really... tired lately.  And a little bummed about the Net Neutrality thing.  But finals are done so hopefully I'll be able to get out three chapters next week - Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.  And if that works out, I might make that my new schedule now that school is pretty much done for (I got one more final on Monday, but I don't think it'll be that bad).  Then I can really catch up on some very much needed sleep.

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