This felt wrong, but at the same time so very right, and honestly he couldn't wait. He was so close to waking up now, he could almost taste it. It was an odd feeling, looking down on someone so truly helpless, and knowing you had complete control over the situation—you were literally playing God with their life. The only thing that was stopping him flooding his 'brother's' system with adrenaline right then was a tiny voice in the back of his mind that asked 'what if I'm not sleeping? What if this is the real world?' but how could it be?
Everything they did, had done, had been through, it was ridiculous. This entire situation stood as evidence that he needed to get out. His brothers had stood in front of what had in essence been a bomb, and lived when they very much shouldn't have. This wasn't just some insane sense of luck, this was just wrong. They should be dead. No, he was dreaming and Virgil was his exit. It could be either of them, really, but Virgil was the safer bet. John had been meticulous: he had visited a few times now, working out the placement of cameras and staff timings. He had also carefully questioned his brothers on how they felt, and once he had confirmation that his brother's hearing had officially failed he was the only real choice. Between that and the drugs that kept him half asleep, there was no way he would be woken up by his 'loving' brother popping by.
So here he stood, the full syringe in hand, so close to freedom. After a moment he decapped the syringe and placed it into the access lock for medicine, smiling at his brother as he pushed down on the cap, watching the clear liquid be pushed out and into him.
'Thank you, Virg.' Once it was empty, he stuffed the cap back on and shoved the syringe into his pocket, watching as the drug hit his system.
For a moment, a painfully long moment for John, nothing happened. He sighed in relief though once Virgil's heart rate spike, blood pressure rising as alarms rang out in painful pitches and muscles spasms wracked his body. He stepped back, grinning, smothering the smile as the door was shoved open and a storm of doctors and nurses rushed in, shuffling him out with promises that he would be fine.
He watched through the blinds as the people called out words and numbers, panicking and busy, and John felt that smile rising as the cry of 'sudden cardiac arrest' caught his ears.
He let out a content sigh and awaited the confirmation of his brother's death.