I don't feel too well || A Sick Virgil Story

Chapter One

(The Whole Story is in Virgil's POV)

p almost immediately takes it off shaking it in pain. "Virg, you're burning up." He says making me sigh. "How long have you been like this?" "I don't know," I put my hands in my pockets. "About a week or something...?" Everyone's eyes widen.

Suddenly my stomach hurt again, I grabbed it in pain. "I'm gonna be sick again." I say, quickly sinking back into my room. I rushed into the bathroom sliding on the floor grabbing the trashcan immediately throwing up into it. I almost didn't make it. Once I had finished, I got into a similar position to the one in was in before.

After a few minutes I released my weak body onto the floor in agony. The cold floor felt good on my reveled skin, though it made everything colder.

I had given up at this point. It had been somewhat over a week or whatever I don't remember. I have gotten sick more times than I should. I haven't even eaten anything to throw anything up. I'm nodding off. "Wait for Patton, Just Wait for Patton," I continued repeating to myself.

I let out a heavy, staggering breath. I finally closed my eyes for a second, enjoying the feeling of it. I opened them again remembering the goal.

It was only a few minutes later my body gave up trying, I was so weak and so cold. I closed my eyes finally giving my self relief hearing a knock at the door. I couldn't hear if anything followed that. I stood up to answer the door. Still dizzy as ever running into every possible wall on the way.

I took two steps out of the bathroom saying "Patt-" and fainted, cutting myself off, hitting my head off of a nearby wall.

[A/N] [Sorry it seems short but I hope you enjoyed!]