Roman stared at the door, eyes glazed over. He blinked slowly and sat, scanning the for something interesting. The door opened leisurely and in came his nurse, a male dressed in darkly coloured scrubs who went by the name Virgil. Roman's gaze brightened and he grinned.
"Fight me beneath a mountain of pillows!" He demanded. Virgil rolled his eyes as he checked Roman's vitals. He scribbled something down onto a piece of paper before fluffing Roman's pillows.
"Are you comfortable?" Virgil asked, eyeing him with a concerned gaze. Roman nodded, waving him off. "I would fight you, but maybe later. Okay Princey?"
And with that, Virgil left the room.
He came back a few hours later, much to Roman's delight.
"Fight-" Roman began but froze when his lungs quivered with pressure. A series of coughs raked his tanned form. Virgil set a glass of chilled water on the table beside him and eased Roman back down so the princely male was lying down. He fixed Roman's covers and sent him a smile.
"I won't fight you right now Princey. I would have to train, but even then you would still beat me anyway." Roman smiled faintly in a tired manner as his consciousness was quickly consumed by rest. Virgil swiftly left the room, shutting the door behind him.
This short banter continued on for the rest of the days that Roman was to stay at the hospital. Virgil popped in and out of the room, bumping into Roman's friends and families at certain points. Roman never ceased to invite Virgil to battle with him, Virgil declining the offer every time, reminding Roman how much stronger Roman was than Virgil.
Roman had dozed off at some time on his last day, after Virgil had dropped off a glass of cool water at his bedside, which he had gained the habit of doing. Roman's coughs had eased up and he could hold full conversations without having to stop talking due to the coughing. He mainly focused all of his newfound speech abilities on Virgil, who would either provide a sarcastic response or declining Roman's dueling offers.
When Roman woke up again, the empty glass that had been filled with water had been replaced with a steaming Starbucks cup of coffee. On it, a number was scrawled and underneath it the words "Fight me?", signed "Virgil"