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The song of battle raged around Roman as he cut through his enemies like they were simple training dummies. He ducked under a flailing sword and surged forward through the raging masses towards his true enemy, The Dragon Witch. He could see her giant mass cackling atop one of the many rooftops and Roman was determined to make her pay for ransacking one of his villages.
He raced up the nearest staircase and found himself faced off against her, sword drawn and held at the ready.
"Prince Roman." She sneered with bared teeth, her gigantic weight shifting as she turned to properly face him. Roman didn't even flinch when faced with a beast as ugly as she.
"Dragon Witch." Roman sneered back with an equal amount of disdain, "surrender or face the consequences!"
"Hahaha!" Her voice rumbled with laughter, "you act as if I don't have something of yours!"
"What are you talking about?" Roman questioned, a dreadful feeling crawling up his spine as she shifted her weight again to reveal something- no, someone laying on the ground beneath her.
Confused, Roman unconsciously stepped a bit closer to try and figure out who it was but in doing that, he dropped his guard and something hard and heavy slammed into his side. He was flung painfully across the flat rooftop, crashing into the hard stone that made the structure.
Roman groaned as he sat back up, blood pounding in his ears and the harsh crackle of the Dragon witch echoing in the background.
"He thought he could save you…" the witch drawled as she advanced, watching with sharp eyes as Roman struggled to his feet. "He didn't stand a chance."
"What did you do to him!" Roman snapped, worried it was one of the other sides who came into the imagination to get him, and not one of his innocent bystanders he'd created to make these adventures more lifelike.
"Let's just say, he doesn't have much time left. You better defeat me now, Prince Roman." She swung her tail at him again and this time, Roman dodged it. He rolled between her legs as she angrily tried to crush him and he ran straight towards who he recognized now was Virgil.
He raced to his friend's side and scooped Virgil up into his arms. Roman spun on his heel, searching for somewhere to hide but the Dragon witch was upon him again, her eyes dancing with danger as she reared up and roared.
Roman, noting that Virgil's blood was soaking through his tunic, decided to run instead of try to fight. With a burst of adrenaline-fueled energy, Roman headed to the stairs and went down them, two at a time. He could hear the Dragon Witch's angry roars as she tried to follow them but Roman was only half paying attention. Virgil was very pale and he needed to get them out of here.
He needed to find the door.
The only problem with that, was that the closest door out of the imagination was in the forest across the battlefield. He looked down at Virgil and decided that he didn't have that much time.
Roman carefully lowered Virgil to the ground, worried about how big the stain on his tunic was and how quickly that meant Virgil was losing blood.
Wait. Could sides die?
The thought took Roman aback and… he didn't have an answer. He'd been injured here in the imagination before but never anything so serious that he could die from it. Looking down at Virgil now, slumped against a cobblestone wall, his face deathly pale and blood soaking through his hoodie. He didn't look good and Roman didn't want to find out if he could actually die from these injuries.
Roman turned to a door to his left, that led into an abandoned bedchamber and closed it. Then, he used his ability to manipulate the imagination to pull the exit to this doorway instead of its original resting place.
A sharp tug in his stomach told him it was working but he needed to act fast when it opened because it wouldn't stay for too long.
The door swung open suddenly, revealing Romans room and he quickly grabbed Virgil and threw them both through the exit. He stumbled as his feet hit the soft carpet but he held a death grip on Virgil who hung limply in his arms.
Roman kicked open his door with a loud bang and ran for the bathroom. That was where Patton kept the first aid kit for Roman to use after his adventures. He lowered Virgil onto the toilet seat, propping him up with the wall as he pulled the white box out from under the sink. He was in the process of removing Virgil's layers when somebody came to see what the commotion was.
"Roman? what is…" Logan's words trailed off at the sight of the two sides covered in blood.
Roman, completely ignoring Logan, was frantically trying to stop the bleeding but he couldn't find where exactly it was coming from and Virgil wAS GOING TO DIE OHMYGODHESDYING!
Logan carefully placed a firm hand on Romans frantic shoulder and the prince started sobbing as he clutched Virgil's ruined hoodie to his chest.
"Everything is fine, Roman. You did well, please go sit down and I'll take care of this." Logan said, keeping his tone even and calm as Roman slowly nodded and moved to sit by the open door.
He watched as Logan ripped the rest of Virgil's undershirt off and laid him down on the floor. With a clear view of the wound, he began to clean and bandage it the best he could. It was a puncture wound of sorts but as far as Logan could tell, Virgil was already beginning to heal which meant that nothing serious was ruptured.
Satisfied that his job was done, Logan turned to ask Roman for some help with moving Virgil to somewhere more comfortable, but found him curled in Patton's lap as the fatherly side calmly rubbed his back. Logan fought back a smile and asked,
"Patton, would you please help me move him?" Roman stood automatically but Logan also noticed how he winced upon straightening to his full height and suspected the prince was more injured than he was letting on. Logan put a pin in that thought though and took Roman carefully by his arm.
"Patton, you don't mind?" He requested, despite Romans insistence that he could do it.
"I've got him." Patton responded and moved over to gather Virgil in his arms.
"Roman, I need your help to unfold the couch, I won't be able to do it all on my own." Logan said, hoping Roman would believe his lie.
Roman stared at him for a moment before nodding slowly and following Logan down the stairs and into the living room.
Logan could have easily unfolded the couch into a bed all on his own and he did most of the work anyway since Roman looked like he could pass out any moment.
"Please sit down." Logan directed since Roman didn't move even after the couch was set up and Patton had lowered Virgil onto it. Roman blinked at him and wordlessly crawled under one of the many blankets laid out on the couch.
"Roman, could you tell us what happened?" Logan asked softly once Roman was comfortable under the blankets.
"I don't know, the Dragon Witch had him. I didn't even know he was in the imagination." Roman admitted and anxiously ran a hand through his hair as he looked down at Virgil.
"Why don't you get some sleep, hon?" Patton suggested softly, carefully coaxing Roman to relax as he ran his fingers through the prince's hair.
"M'kay." Roman hummed and closed his eyes, relaxing into Patton's soft touches.
With that, the world faded into black.
xXx
When Roman woke next, light was filling the living room.
Wait… living room? Why was he…?
Roman sat up suddenly, a tight pain in his chest told him he was still hurt but for the life of him, he couldn't remember what happened.
"Hey, hey! Roman. It's okay, you're fine." Patton? Yes, Patton was sitting in front of him, hands cupping his own.
"What…?" Roman closed his eyes against a dizzy feeling that suddenly hit him and he wondered briefly if he was sick? Why couldn't he remember what happened?!
"Is he okay?" Another voice to his left asked and it took Roman a moment to realize it was Virgil.
VIRGIL!
Roman started and turned faster than he probably should've to face the emo nightmare, memories of the previous day flashing across his vision.
Virgil had almost died and he almost couldn't save him!
"Are you okay?" Roman asked before he could stop himself.
"Yeah… thanks." Virgil said softly, pulling the blanket that was wrapped around him, tighter around himself. He looked so small without his hoodie.
"What were you thinking!?" Roman demanded after the initial relief of seeing Virgil alive diminished.
"I had a bad feeling… you- you were gonna to get hurt." Virgil said quietly, voice raising just above a whisper. "I saw you in the middle of the fight and I thought I could cut you off before you went up to meet her."
"Then what happened?" Logan prompted.
"Then… she found me first." Virgil frowned down at his hands balled in the fabric of the blanket. "She stabbed me."
"Oh honey," Patton sighed and began pet Virgil's hair soothingly. The anxious side sunk into the motion and looked over at Roman. "I'm sorry."
"No, I'm sorry. I should've been there to stop her! She will pay for what she's done to you!" Roman promised, despite the pain that the effort of the statement caused in his chest.
"How about we wait for a little bit before we enact our revenge." Patton suggested with a quiet chuckle.
"Fine."