I really struggled with this one for some reason so I hope it's good!
Enjoy! ✨
Warnings: a bit of blood, panicked thoughts, loss of consciousness
Bloody hands
The sound of rain filled Virgil's ears and soaked him through to the bone.
Where was he? When did it start to rain?
The distant sound of voices broke through the downpour but Virgil couldn't make out what they were saying. He reached up and brushed his face with a hand and was surprised to see it covered in a crimson red.
Was… was that blood?
His hand dropped back to his side and he closed his eyes. He was so tired.
DON'T SLEEP!
He forced them open again and realized there were war, hands touching his face.
NO NO GET OFF PLEASE NO
He tried to squirm away but the hands held him firmly in place. He couldn't move.
"-il! Can y- hear me?" A voice broke through the white noise buzzing in his head and Virgil weakly tried to get away from the unknown hands again.
"P-please?" He choked miserably. He couldn't remember exactly what he was asking for… maybe for whoever it was to let him sleep. He was so tired. DON'T SLEEP!
What was going on? What happened?
He opened his eyes again, the person above him was talking but he couldn't hear what was being said for the life of him.
Was…. his face wet? Was he crying?
He squinted up at the dark, grey skies and concluded it must be raining.
When did it start raining?
He wanted to sit up but his body felt so heavy, like a million weights were tying him down.
His head hurt so badly, why did his head hurt?
Scratch that, his whole body hurt, shit it hurt so bad.
"Virgil!" Someone above him demanded his attention and he squinted at them, unable to make out who it was. "Can you hear me?"
"Yes?" Virgil answered, blinking slowly as whoever was above him, moved.
"-hit his head-" Virgil frowned, wondering who hit their head? Were they okay?
Hands were on him again, this time lifting him into a sitting position and he found himself leaning against someone's chest.
Damn he hurt, why did his chest hurt so badly?
Getting past the nauseous feeling that bubbled in his stomach from the movement, he tried to figure out what happened?
Someone hit their head and the people around him seemed worried.
He looked down at his hands to see red stained on his fingertips.
…Was he bleeding?
He was so tired, maybe he could sleep now? NO!
He was so warm, pressed against this persons chest and maybe he could sleep for a bit. DON'T DO IT!
Yeah, that sounds good.
He'll figure out what's going on later, now, he just wants to sleep.