"You idiot."

It was breathless and close. It came from beyond the fog and outside the numb space he was inhabiting. It spoke of a place where pain existed.

Because there was pain in that voice.

"Why did you do this? Why?!"

The voice was familiar and it sparked hurt in his heart.

"Do you honestly think I would risk everything for your life just so you can go and flush it all down the toilet in some self-sacrificing vigil? Virg, why?"

Somewhere there was a thump as something fell beside him. It vibrated slowly through his body. He had a body. He had a hand. Because it was grabbed and held tightly, crushed up against soft skin backed by muscle and bone.

Breath tantalised the hairs on his wrist.

Whispered. "Virg, it wasn't your fault. John hunted down the person responsible." A soft snort. "You should have seen him. Our brother can be truly terrifying when he wants to be." Another sigh across his wrist. A brush of fingers. "I can't…"

Scott swallowed. Because it was Scott and there was something very significant about that.

"You can't do this. I can't…" The voice petered off again.

The hand holding his tightened a little more.

"You're my brother." The words came laden with so much emotion Virgil's heart stuttered and he struggled to focus, to reach out.

His fingers wrapped around those holding them.

"Virgil?" There was sudden hope.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?!"

The new, sharp voice startled Virgil and he flung his eyes open. Blinded by ceiling tiles he groaned and shut them again. Hospital. He was in a damned hospital.

"Virgil?!" A clatter of footsteps hurrying close. Gordon. The new voice was Gordon.

Typical.

"What?" The single word made it past his dry throat.

Another hand landed on his opposite shoulder and he attempted to open his eyes again and found his fish brother smiling down at him. "'Bout time you woke up. Was beginning to wonder if you were trying to compete with electro boy over there." Gordon waved a hand across the bed to the opposite side.

Virgil turned his head and found a wan Scott Tracy sitting beside his bed, holding his hand. His big brother was a picture of exhaustion.

Several neurons fired in the right sequence and facts aligned themselves into order. "Scott!" Virgil pushed himself up.

"Whoa, Virg! Take it slow." Strong aquanaut hands caught him as his body protested the sudden change in orientation. "And you, keep your butt plastered to that chair or I'm calling Johnny back in here to kick it. Hell, I might do that anyway. What the hell are you doing out of bed?"

Scott grunted as Gordon shoved pillows behind Virgil's back and fiddled with the automatic bed controls until Virgil was supported enough to relax.

Scott did not let go of Virgil's hand.

Virgil didn't let go of Scott with his eyes. "Are you okay?" His voice was dry and cracked.

"I'm fine, Virgil." His brother straightened as if to prove the point as Gordon spluttered a scoff. Blue eyes targeted the aquanaut. "I'm fine." Firm and decisive.

"My god, both of you are idiots." It was pure frustration this time. "Scott, go back to bed before you collapse just like your idiot brother. If you fold, then he'll rot beside your bed until he collapses again and the rest of us will be stuck with two sick idiots." He glared at both of them. "Well, sicker than you already are." Angry brown eyes flicked to Virgil. "Grandma is going to roast you, Virg. You are so dead. Since when do you not take her medical advice?"

"What?" And now there was a pair of angry blue eyes glaring at him, too. "You ignored Grandma? Are you insane?"

Gordon's eyebeams zapped his eldest brother where he sat. "You can't talk, Scott. You're out of bed. Grandma told you to stay there. One flick to comms and you are toast."

"Gordon-"

"No. Screw this. You guys might be worried about each other, but we care about you too. I've had to pick both of you off the floor just recently and it was not fun! Think about that!" Gordon was yelling. "Do as you are damn well told and get better!"

"Gords?" And Virg was moving, throwing off his covers.

"Didn't you hear a word I just said?!"

Virgil froze. The anger emanating off his brother was fiery and so out of character, Virgil's heart skipped a beat.

"Gordon?" And Scott rose unsteadily to his feet.

Those angry eyes whipped around and targeted Scott. "For God's sake, sit down!"

The door behind Gordon was suddenly shoved open and John barrelled through. Aquamarine eyes caught the scene and Gordon was grabbed from behind before he could launch himself at his brothers.

"Gordon." John wasn't stronger than his fish brother, but his presence was enough and Gordon wilted in his arms.

"John, your turn to tango. I've had it." He slipped from his brother's grip and stormed out.

Virgil remembered to draw a breath, but then his eyes were caught by an aquamarine glare and he knew he was dead.

"Scott, get into bed." It was said quietly, but with intent. Virgil was not surprised when his eldest brother did exactly as he was told without protest.

He did worry at how pale Scott was and had to fight the urge to climb out of bed and help him, broken ankle or not.

John pinned Virgil with his eyes.

Virgil pulled the covers back over himself and said nothing.

His space brother made sure Scott was comfortable, but didn't say anything further until the pilot relaxed back onto his pillows. John then moved to the ends of their beds and turned to face both of them.

"I expect better." He held their eyes a moment longer. "I need to see to Gordon." Their little brother turned away, his back dismissing them. He flicked an eye to the ceiling. "Eos, monitor please. Alert Grandma as needed."

"Yes, John." Virgil startled at the sharp but not unexpected response.

John didn't spare them anything else before he left.

Virgil's heart sank through the floor.

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