Sanders Sides ONESHOTS

High Speed Chase

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     Virgil sped down the street. Roman followed quickly behind.
     Roman was trying to catch him. Virgil was trying to get away.
     Roman was a cop. Virgil was a theif.
     And they were on a high speed chase.

     Roman stepped on the gas peddle. He tried to slow down after Virgil did cause of a car in front of them, but their two cars collided and both were unconcious and injured.

     At the hospital, it only took Roman a few hours to wake up. As for Virgil, well, he didn't wake up that night yet.
     "Mr. Roman Eryns, your awake." The nurse smiled at him. He had a name plate on his shirt saying "Logan."
     "Ah, yes.." Roman put a hand to his head and tried to sit up, but pulled back his hand in pain.
     "Yes, don't put pressure on your right hand. We did a quick x-ray while you were out and found that your wrist has encountered a buckle fracture." Logan wrote down things on the papers as he said that.
     "Wh-What's a buckle fracture?" Roman asked, oblivious and scared.
     "Fear not, for it is just a slightly bent bone." Logan looked up at Roman. "We will have a cast on you shortly. Any colour preference?"
     "Uhm.. red.." Roman said.
     There was shuffling behind the curtain beside them. Logan walked over and peered in, but Virgil was still unconcious.
     "Don't tell me he's in there." Roman said. "Once I get out of  here he will be behind bars!"
     "We took off his mask, would you like to see him?"
     Roman got up with his non-injured arm. "Yes! Yes I do!"
     Logan pulled back the curtain, and luckily Virgil's head was facing them.
     He had dark purple hair that covered his face lightly, white skin that you could tell is originally darker and the easily seen foundation. He had dark eyeshadow at the bottom of his eyes, and long lashes.
     Roman couldn't help but blush at his peaceful face. "I-I'll lock him up!
     Virgil moved and a bit and opened his eyes. "What the.." he sat up. "Where am I." He rubbed his eyes. He looked over at the cop and nurse. His eyes widened.
     "Gladly." Roman squinted and smirked.

     "Well, I will be back to wrap up your arm, Mr. Eryns." Logan said, holding his clipboard at his side and pushing up his glasses.
     "Oh um, yes, okay.." Roman's cheeks flushed pink, embarrassed.
     "Not so strong, now are ya, Mr. Eryns." Virgil smirked.
     Roman blushed more. "Everyone can break their bones, Mr. Sanders." He rolled his eyes and looked up at the ceiling, sighing.
     "What? Cat got your tongue?" Virgil snorted.
     "That doesn't even make sense in this situation." Roman looked at him. "When I get out of here, your going straight behind bars."
     "Unless I get out first. Then you can kiss my ass."
     "Your still under arrest, however. Even if you get out before me. Say bye bye to freedom." Roman looked back up.
     "Land of the free." Virgil chuckled. He looked up as well, smiling and sighing.
     "Here you are, Mr. Eryns." Logan walked back in, closing the door behind him, with a roll of red wrap. He grabbed a splint and cottom, along with a deep tray of hit water.
     "Will this hurt?" Roman asked.
     Virgil snorted and rolled to his side to watch them.
     "Incredibly." Logan said.
     Virgil stopped smiling. "Whoa, seriously?"
     "Nope." Logan smirked, putting on the spling and holding it in place as he wrapped Roman's elbow to palm of his hand in the red wrap.
     The cop let out a long and refreshing breath. He watched as his arm was wrapped.
     Logan patted the cast when he was finished and stood up. "Your going to have to take time off the force until your wrist is fully healed."
     "What?! No! I can't take time off!" Roman conplained.
     "Your wrist should be healed in a month." He wheeled away the stuff he used.
     "A month?!"
     Virgil chuckled. "Looks like I won't be seeing you anytime soon."
     "Oh you will see me SO SOON!" He turned back to Logan. "I am NOT taking time off!"
     "You will only injure yourself more, plus," Logan pushed up his glasses. "Your boss told me."
     "WHAT?!" Roman gritted his teeth as Logan shut the door behind him after leaving the room. "This is unbelievable!"
     "Well, hope you have fun by yourself in your house." Virgil turned away from him. "What's a good looking cop like you gonna do while he's away?" He smirked. "Now they've got no one to choose for the worst cases. The best cop is occupied."
     "What are tou blabbering about?"
     "Oh nothing." And with that he closed his eyes and set off into a slumber.
     "Geez, why is that guy even here, doesn't seem like he has any injuries besides a few scratches." Roman mumbled.
     Virgil shot his arm up. "Unless you want to call this a scratch." It was a stitched up, deep wound across his lower arm. "I've gotta wait tonight, then I'll be out in the morning. Same goes for you." He smirked. "Don't think I was out that whole time. I was listening in on the conversations, and I act pretty well, don't I?"
     "More like petty." Roman scoffed.
     "Says you."
     "YOU LITTLE-"
     "Roman Eryns." Virgil smiled before drifting off for real.
     Roman blushed and cursed himself. He rolled to his non-injured side and fell asleep.

     "I will hopefully see you later, then." Logan waved as Roman and Virgil left the hospital.
     "So, behind bars I go?" Virgil asked, smiling a little.
     "Behind bars you go. And I'll gladly put you there." Roman let out a breathy laugh. "If only every case was this easy."
     "Your probably my favourite cop. Say, should we go for coffee next week?" Virgil chuckled.
     "Next week? You'll be in jail for eight years." Roman rolled his eyes.
     "Not unless you bail me out. The bail is only $10,000."
     "Only." He mocked. "And why in the world would I bail you out?"
     "Well, it's simple. We fall in love, you become tired of seeing me miserable in jail, you bail me out, quite your job to become a barista, and we live happily ever after."
     "I'm not sure what twisted things you've got going on in your head, but damn, the crash did some damage. And no, none of that will happen. I wouldn't fall in love with a low-life like you, I won't be tired of seeing you miserable, I won't quite my job, especially for becoming a barista, and I may live happily ever after. But I don't think very highly of you." Roman pulled up the sleeve of his leather jacket.
     "The feelings mutual. However, you seem verg trusting of me at the moment. I could run as we speak, since we are walking and I'm not locked up in some sort of way." Virgil shrugged.
     "You haven't tried." Roman lit his cigerette then put his lighter away. He pulled it out of his mouth and blew out.
     "Disgusting."
     "Eases my mind."
     "Still, disgusting."
     "I thought low-lifes like you smoke."
     "Not me. I think they taste nasty."
     They both stopped and looked at the place theur cars collided. Obviously not far from the hospital.
     "How long has it been since then?" Virgil asked.
     "Two, three days, maybe?" Roman kept walking around the corner.
     "Huh." Virgil followed behind. "So, we just gonna walk in there and your gonna put me in?"
     "With pleasure." Roman blew out the smoke. He threw the cigeratte in the ground and kept walking.
     "I wasn't wrong about what I said. I'll be out and it'll be because of you."
     "Your hallucinating." Roman shoved his free hand in his pocket.
     "A month with a cast, huh? Must be irritating." Virgil put his hands up behind his head. "Say, do you hate me?"
     "Of course I do-"
     "Wrong."
     Roman stopped. "What? No I'm not wrong-"
     "Wrong." Virgil walked one more step before stopping, then turned. "You won't stop me." He smirked. "Will you?"
     "Stop you from doing what?" Roman asked, eyeing him carefully.
     Virgil stepped towards him. He looked into Roman's maroon eyes. He closed his and leaned up to reach his lips.
     Roman rolled his eyes, his face heating up.
     "You didn't stop me." Virgil's eyes twinkled. "Did you?"
     "Can we hurry up to the station?" Roman asked continuing to walk.
     "Yes yes, of course." Virgil swung his arms behind him. "We still going to the cafe for coffee?"
     "No."

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