Day 22: Restrained

Characters: Scott, Virgil

Warnings for restraints, blindfolded, memory loss

The first thing he became aware of was a quiet, rhythmic beeping. Couldn't place it, though. Maybe it was a text message. He groaned.

He wasn't awake enough for this. Didn't seem to matter, the world had never taken his feelings into consideration before, why should it now?

Making to sit up the bed, he was immediately alert.

He couldn't move his wrist. It was cuffed to his bed. He rattled it. Standard issue handcuffs. He tried the other wrist. And yeah…corresponding cuff.

Couldn't sit up. Couldn't work out what was going on.

Tried to open his eyes but he couldn't. Some kind of blindfold. He sighed. What the hell had happened to him?

As he thought hard, trying to work everything out, his body decided now was the time to let him know that there was something else going on. Pain assaulted him so quickly he gasped, but with his wrists restrained there was little he could do but ride the wave out. He bit his tongue and tasted blood before the pain subsided enough.

Still didn't know what had happened to him.

Nothing to do but wait.

God, he hated waiting. So, so much.

He must have nodded off because he woke up suddenly, forgetting that he was restrained, jerking up and then back down again.

'Ugh…'

There was a shuffling noise, and he realised there was another person in the room. A hand – large and warm with calloused fingers – took his left wrist gently.

He'd know that hand anywhere.

'Virgil?'

'Hey, Scott. How you feeling?'

'Um…'

'Don't worry. You had some extensive injuries this time.'

He did? Well, that explained the pain, which now he thought about it was nowhere near as bad as last time. Scott went to rub his eyes and was reminded that he couldn't.

'Are the handcuffs really necessary?'

'You don't remember?'

'Remember what?'

'You took some serious damage to your right eye and it needs to heal.'

'And?'

'And you got a fever and in your delirious state you kept trying to tear off the bandages.'

'Oh.'

The hand moved from his wrist to his forehead.

'Your temperature is back to normal, no signs of fever.'

'Great. So you can remove these?'

He shook his hand and rattled the cuffs.

'I could.'

'Great!'

'But I won't'

'Virgil!'

'Not until you promise to stay put.'

'Vir-gil.'

'Promise, Scott, or you stay restrained to the bed.'

'I promise!'

'Hmm…'

Scott sighed. He didn't need to see his brother's face to know he could be smirking.

'I promise I'll behave. You have my word.'

'Ok, Scott. I'll let you go…'

'Thank you.'

'After Gordon gets back from his rescue.'

'Virgil, no!'

But his brother was already walking away. Scott's head thudded against the pillow. He couldn't blame him, knowing that Gordon was on a rescue would mean that he would not be able to sit still.

He sighed again and settled in for the wait.