Author's note: Hey everyone! I'm back, I'm sorry It had been forever I know but I have a good excuse! I had the whole chapter typed up three times and before I could post it each time my computer fried on me. And no I don't mean died and didn't save I mean fried completely as in hard drive dead….three computers one right after the other. Yes has not been a fun semester but anyway here is yes its short but I hope to have another chapter up within the week. Fingers crossed! Enjoy!

Chapter fourteen

Left handed pain

Three more days…three more long days it had taken for the doctors to drain the infection in Scott's arm. Three more days of Virgil sitting by his brother's bed, begging him to wake up. Three more days of waiting for the rest of the family to arrive. Three more sleepless nights, three more days living in a nightmare.

CRASH! BANG! BOOM! The three sounds followed quickly one right after the other as Virgil's eyes snapped open and looked around wildly for the source of the sound until he realized he had made it. The chair he had been sitting on was now turned on its side half folded up while he himself was half sitting half lying on the floor. Virgil shook his head and rubbed his eyes, "Three, two, one…"

Just as he finished counting the door flew open and Milo stood in the doorway a coffee in both hands and panic written on his face, "What was that?!" his eyes settled on his friend on the floor and the look of horror turned to a look of annoyance, "you fell asleep again didn't you?"

Virgil rolled his eyes and nodded as he moved to get up hissing a little as he pushed up on his still bandaged hands, "Ah, okay that hurt."

"You know what, let me change those bandages, it's been three days and I was supposed to change them every forty eight hours," Milo said as he put the coffee down on the counter in the room.

Virgil shook his head, "No its fine, in fact I don't think I need the bandages at all anymore."

Milo raised an eyebrow as he put down the bandaged box he was carrying and pulled out a new chair, "really? And that look of pain I just saw when you tried to use your hands that was just for show?"

Virgil rolled his eyes which by now had taken on a nice sunken in look, he leaned against the counter cause if he sat down he know he would fall asleep again and there were only so many times he could pick himself up off the floor before he just stayed down there. He held out his left hand palm up, "fine, be the medic that you are," he said his pale face almost giving a hint to a smile.

Milo shook his head as he unwrapped his friends hand, the gauze was damp with the moisture from the burnt skin and it did not want to come off quickly. Milo bit his lip and winced as he gently eased the wrapping off the burns. He looked up at Virgil and saw that he was biting his own lip. Milo smiled as he looked back to his job at hand. He looked at the burns carefully to make sure they were healing alright, they were but they still had a long way to go the bandages would have to stay on for a least another week if not two. Milo gently put the burn cream onto each of the burns causing Virgil to hiss softly, he looked up, "Sorry, its still pretty tender hu?" Virgil nodded slightly but didn't say anything as Milo put fresh gauze on the burns and wrapped the hand up again. He did the same with his right hand, this hand was not as bad, the bandages could most likely stay off the next time he changed them. "This one looks better Ace, you should be able to use this hand without pain within the next few days."

Virgil sighed tiredly, "yeah? To bad I'm left handed."

Milo laughed softly as he looked to the watch that graced his friend's right wrist, the first indication to him that Virgil was left handed when they first met. "Well it helped us meet each other faster, we lefties have to stick together." As he finished wrapping his hand Milo gave Virgil's arm a gentle squeeze before releasing his hand and standing up.

Milo walked over to the counter on the other side of the room and picked up the coffee cups. He handed one of the cups to Virgil and picked up the fallen chair and returned it to where it once stood. He sighed and turned to his friend who was enjoying his coffee, trying to stay awake and checking on Scott all at the same time.

"Virgil please, you need to rest, you heard the doctor they think they got the infection under control now. Scott should be fine in time," Milo said but knew that his plea was falling on deaf ears.

"He's not out of the woods until he's awake and I will be here when those eyes open for the first time even if I have to glue myself to the chair to keep myself up right," Virgil said flatly as he took another drink and then put the cup on the night stand next to Scott's bed, as tired as he was there was only so much coffee he could drink.

Milo sighed, "Virgil will you look at yourself?! You are dead on your feet, you haven't had a full night sleep in two weeks, in fact you have barely left this room in two weeks. You barely eat, I think I've seen you eat maybe a meal a day in the past week and you are so tired you're eyes have nearly sunken all the way into your head! You need to get some sleep or you're going to make yourself sick."

" And then what good would you be for Scott?" that voice made Virgil's head shoot up, that was not Milo talking. He looked to the doorway, there stood one of the many people he had been waiting to see for the longest time.

"JOHN!" was the only thing that left Virgil's mouth before he shot towards his brother and literally jumped into his arms. Virgil wrapped his arms around John's neck and hugged him with all his might, he had needed a hug from a big brother for so long. John didn't skip a beat and Virgil felt the familiar comfort circle as John rubbed his back.

"I'm here little brother," John whispered in his ear so that only Virgil could hear, "I'm here."