Scott had spent a shameful amount of time in bed over the last week and a bit, doing nothing unless he had to or was forced to. He just couldn't see the point—or simply didn't want to.
He had no reason to, really. Why bother?
He was currently in bed, having managed to roll onto his side and away from the door after a spectacular argument with a doctor in which his breakfast had been thrown and he had managed to hit someone, judging from the sudden cry and announcement that whatever it was had been hot. So now he felt like he was on a timeout and no one had come to see him in a fair few hours. There was a soft knock at his door, and Scott pulled the sheet over his head in a move he knew what utterly childish but frankly summed up his feelings all too well while giving the message that he did not want to talk to anyone in anyway. A brief thought reminded him that if Alan had been doing this, then he would have fallen on the late teen like a ton of bricks and told him to grow up. Funny how things change…
'Mister Tracy?' the soft voice of the ever-patience nurse Kathy called. She was far too nice and had an irritating way of making him feel bad whenever he snapped at her. If he ever got out of here, he would have to find a way to really apologise to her.
'Mister Tracy?' she said again when he didn't reply. He pulled the covers down and rolled onto his back, for a brief moment worried that he would fall off the bed when he forgot to check where the edge was, and dully mumbled a yes.
'I thought you might be interested in seeing your brother?'
He sighed; he should go and visit Virgil, he hadn't in a few days and he felt awful about it. He really did, but…
'Why?' He couldn't be bothered and almost didn't care. He was alone, and it was his fault he was. He had made his bed and he was laying in it. He had no excuse or alibi for what he had done, so he would take the result as they came; that didn't mean he wasn't going to sulk, though.
'Because Mister Tra—' She stopped herself. 'Because Virgil is awake.'
Everything was pushed aside, forgotten; his own woes and regrets were reduced to nothing with those words as he sat up. 'What?'
He could hear the smile in her tone as she spoke again. 'Virgil woke up a few hours ago and has been given the all clear. I thought you might like to know. Though he is currently drifting and confused, you understand.'
'Er, yeah. Of course.' Scott didn't care—he had been so resigned to his brother's lack of recovery or simply his death that he really hadn't thought about anything else.
'So, would you like to go see him?'