He was tired. He was always tired at the moment, though he assumed it was thanks to the rather ridiculous number of drugs floating about his system. All he wanted to do was sleep, but he also didn't want to leave Scott alone.
Every time he went quiet for more than a few moments, the elder would panic a little, asking if he was still there; even with his fingers wrapped into his shirt, he needed to hear him apparently. So they sat and played word games, silly little things that neither had thought about since they were children. Out of habit, they had started with 'I Spy', but that had ended before it began and left Virgil laughing in pain with Scott's first line of 'I spy with my little eye... nothing at all.' The joke, while a little morbid, had worked wonders, the laughter setting his monitor off, and they had to explain to a rather panicked nurse he was fine. Instead, they had settled on 'On my Next Picnic' so now he was left desperately trying to recall what came after eggs—French fries, maybe? All while Scott purposefully tried to find a way to set his monitor off again, as it amused him apparently.
He was happy, though, with this at least. He was glad to hear Scott laugh, and he was willing to fight against the exhaustion that clouded his thoughts if it kept his brother's mind off himself, even if it meant shots of pain as he couldn't help but laugh because the ass had decided to make a terrible joke. It also kept his mind off his own problems, like that he was genuinely struggling to hear anything. Even that horrid ringing was fading.