Thirteen: Roman/Virgil

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Roman stared at the blood. He looked up at Linus.

"Whose blood is that..."

"Someone disobeyed my orders and killed someone. So obviously I repayed that favor." Roman attempted to sit up more but Linus held out his hand stopping him from moving. "You know, I have you." He walked closer. "I have janus, I have Remy and that annoying bitch boyfriend of his Emile....." he smirked. "I even had Virgil." He stepped closer. "And I can do whatever I want to get revenge on your stupid boyfriend."

"For what!?" Roman pushed himself backwards. "All he did was be the victim to your sorry ass! He didn't make you get that fucking surgery!"

"No, he didn't." Linus laughed. "But he took everything from me."

"Fuck off!" Roman backed himself into a wall and he looked over at Linus who was standing above him.

"I could have gotten away with being him you know." He leaned down and tilted Roman's face up. "And I would have had you wrapped around my finger."

"Bastard." He pulled Roman close.

"I can easily take what I want now you know. Now that you are safe in my arms." He laughed. "My precious little prince."

****Virgil****

Virgil opened his eyes and looked up at Remy who was running his fingers through his hair.

"H-Hey." Remy looked down at him.

"Hey." He looked over at Janus and Emile who were still sleeping. He helped Virgil sit up a bit. "Well, you really are stubborn as hell." Virgil laughed.

"Yeah, I am." He looked over at the other two and then back at Remy. "Thanks for not giving up on me."

"Why would I ever do that?" He smiled. "Giving up is for losers." Virgil leaned against the wall and closed his eyes a bit.

"Yeah." Virgil opened his eyes and looked at his cousin. "It is." Virgil coughed and held his side. "Fuck...."

"That still hurt?"

"It's...it's a stab wound dude." Virgil laughed as he looked down at his bloody hand. "Of course it still hurts."

"Can I help it in anyway?" Remy started to take off his jacket and Virgil laughed.

"Are you planning to give up your favorite jacket for my stab wound?" Remy slapped his arm.

"Oh shush." Virgil laughed and shook his head holding Remys hand.

"Don't. You'll get sick."

"And you could die, I'd rather be sick than you be dead." Virgil shoved the jacket away.

"I'm fine, the bleeding isn't even that bad."

"Dude, you haven't stopped bleeding. Yes. It's that bad." Remy huffed annoyed as he placed the jacket off the side. Something slid out of the jacket and Virgil laughed.

"Oh my god..." Remy looked towards it and his eyes widened.

"Oh those stupid fucks." He reached for the phone and turned it on, laughing as he showed Virgil it was on full battery.

"You kept a burner phone inside of the jacket?"

"And forgot I even had it yeah. Thank fuck for those stupid assholes not stripping me as soon as we got here." Remy dialed 9-1-1 and Virgil leaned back holding his wound with a smile. They were all going to be okay.

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