"The good news is" she began, when she entered, results in hand.

"That medicaly you seem okay. Besides a mild concussion and a few bruised rippes, no serious damage was done to any inner organs. The balm I gave you will help to heal the bruises and prevent infection on the scratches and cuts. It will take a bit off time, maybe two weeks for all the injuries to heal completelly, but you will be okay."

Virgil put the balm into his pocket, ready to leave.

"Can I go home now?" Dr. Miller paused a moment, thinking about something before answering.

"I suggest for you to stay here at the clinic for the night, to make sure the concussion won't turn serious. Tomorrow you can go home to recover. But I would like to talk to you every two days, to make sure that your mental health is recovering too, alright?"

Virgil thought about it, though he didn't like the idea of spending the night, it was logically the best way to make sure he didn't suffer from any extra trauma or other injuries, they didn't find. So he agreed and stood up to tell Remus, but Dr. Miller stopped him.

"Please wait another moment. I still like to talk about last night with you." Virgil shook his head, but sat down anyway, waiting for Dr. Miller to continue.

"You don't have to worry about anything in here. This is a safe space. Anything you tell me will stay in this room. Those are the rules, remeber?"

Right. After all Dr. Miller was his doctor and psycologist for more than a year now. He could trust her.

"I remeber."

She smiled lightly and leaned back in her seat. "How about we start from today. What was gioing on in your head, when I examend your wounds, the moment before you said stop?"

"I was getting nervous. I remembered how Roman had put his hands on me, when he..." Virgils vioce grew weak and he looked down at his hands.

"Those wounds on your body aren't just from a fight, are they?" Virgil shook his head. "

Did Roman force you to get intimate with him?"

"Y..yes"

"I see." Dr. Miller sighed before continuing. "You don't need to tell me any details at least for now, however I will have to report your case to the authority. I will do everything I can to put him before court, so he will be find guilty. They will ask you to make a declaration. I'm sorry you had been put through all of this again. But it will be the last time."

Virgil didn't know what to say. He simply slung his arms around Dr. Miller and gave her a hug, before he left to tell Remus that he would stay the night.

Remus wanted to talk to Dr. Miller as well about last night, so he just drove home to get some things for the night for Virgil and stayed with Virgil in his room, after his apointment with Dr. Miller, until Virgil fell asleep around 7 pm.

Of course he dreamed about the party and woke up every three hours, until the next morning, but everytime one of the nurses would come in to check on him and gave him something to relax.

So next day when Remus picked him up at noon, he still was tired but had slept more than he expected. At home he washed himself and asked Remus to help him apply the balm on the bruises. Then he put on some sweat pants and a wide shirt.

Remus had ordered chinese for lunch, so when the food arrived they sat down in the kitchen and ate quietly. After lunch Virgil decided to go upstairs to his room to listen to some music and work on a painting he started a few weeks ago. He drew until his back hurt, so he layed down on his bed and fell asleep soon after, earphones still playing music.

Virgil paused for a moment as a image of Roman's flashed before his eyes, grinning menacingly, giving Virgil a shiver down his spine. Romans voice began to call out to him, echoing louder and louder through his mind: deep, demanding and as clear as if he was right next to his ear, freaking Virgil out.

"Just give in it's easier that way." Virgil grabbed the arms, which were holding him, trying to fight against Roman's grip, by pulling on his arms, pushing his head away or trying to kick him but exept the twitch of the impact nothing seems to be bothering him.

He heared his own voice, begging for mercy. He could feel Roman's breath on his skin and the touch of his hands all over his body again, holding him down. Virgil felt Roman's hand on his neck squeezing down his throat as his literal figure appeared over him, looming over the panicking Virgil.

The air got thinner. His heart was beating like crazy in his chest while cold sweat ran down his face. Virgil screamed his lungs out, calling out for Remus to help as he tried to fight back on his own, struggle - to do anything but his hands just went through the figure like a ghost, freaking him even more out. Begging for his dear life, for someone to come for him but he was alone.

"VIRGIL!"

He screamed when he woke up, sitting straight in his bed. Remus stood next to him, horrified. Both were breathing heavily, as they were staring at eachother.

"It's okay. Youre safe. You´re home. You´re allright. Calm down, its okay "

It hadn't been real, just a nightmare. Virgil realized and relief swepped over him. He sighed deeply and lay down on his back again. "You´re okay, right?" Remus asked still a bit shocked.

Virgil nooded. "It was just a nightmare. I'll be allright. It just was so real, that I thought it was happening again. Roman was there holding me down and I could't do anything. My Hand would just slipe through him like he was a ghost."

Remus just listend, then shuffeld his hand through Virgils hair and let himself fall on to the ground were he sat down, resting his head against the matrace.

"Thank God."

The rest of the day, they spend mostly sitting in the living room quietly watching movies and drinking coffee, at least Virgil did - only Satan knew what Remus was drinking in that weird head shaped plastic cup of his.

The next two week Remus didn't leave Virgils side for a minute. Helping him in every way he could to recover from his injuries. Not even at night, just in case those nightmarish illusions would come back. And they did.

Mostly at night, whereupon Virgil would start crying out for Remus, while twitching and struggling against the air. To the point where Remus had to hold him all night long, comforting him with all he had. Surprisingly it did help Virgil to get some minutes of sleep.