Some of you expressed concern for Virgil due to the last scene I posted. At the time that was pretty much all I had written of that scene. I finished it in the early hours of this morning, many thanks to @scribbles97 for interrupting her food preparation to answer my desperate squawk of ‘does ths work?????’

I mentioned in the comments of that post that Virg was in good hands. I feel I have gained a repuation (deservedly) because that apparently sounded ominous. So here is the entire scene for your reassurance ::hugs you all::

@the-lady-razorsharp @vegetacide

There had been no sleep.

The ceiling tiles had morphed into a maze of torture, his eyes sketching and re-sketching out shapes made by the holes and the squares, annoying him to no end.

He wanted Kay. He wanted to hold her, to make sure she was alright, to reassure her that he was quitting IR, that he had chosen her.

But he was also scared. International Rescue had been everything for so long. Sure there was plenty of other stuff he could do, but could he watch his brothers go out, leaving him behind?

It hadn’t been easy saying those words to Scott, but it was going to be even harder to enact them.

And there was pain, no matter what medication they put him on. He could feel the fog clogging his mind, yet breathing still hurt. Perhaps he should ask for something stronger, something that could finally knock him out and end the pain on all fronts.

By the time the sun peeked over the horizon and lit up edges of the window, he was ready to take anything to make it all go away.

He was reaching for the call button when there was a knock on his door.

“Yes?” His voice was faint and hoarse and for a moment, he thought he hadn’t been heard.

The door opened and Kay stepped into the room.

“Oh god, Kay.” And he was reaching for her.

The door closed behind her and she was in his arms. She was real, she was solid, she was kissing him, he was kissing her. He couldn’t catch his breath properly and goddamn it hurt, but he didn’t care.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He muttered the words between frantic kisses. A small voice at the back of his foggy mind yelled at him that it was the drugs and he was being stupid, but all he could see was Kay.

“Virgil.” Her hands landed on his shoulders. “Virgil, it’s okay, love. It’s okay.” She pushed him back against the pillows. She brushed his hair off his forehead, her eyes studying his face, frowning. “It’s okay.”

He caught her hand in his and held it to his cheek. “Please don’t leave.” It came out as a breathless plea.

“I’m not going anywhere.” She visibly swallowed. “Have you slept at all?”

“Promise?”

“I already have.” And she held up her left hand. The diamonds and emeralds sparkled in the fluorescent light. “Have you had any sleep?”

He stared at the ring and it blurred for a moment.

“Virgil?” She shifted, sitting on the edge of the bed, her hand drifting into his hair, stroking gently.

God, it felt good. His eyes slid shut. “K…”

“I’ll take that as a no.”

So good. “Don’t go. Please don’t go.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” A feather soft touch of lips to his forehead.

“‘K…”

“Go to sleep, Virgil.”

Her fingers in his hair, her warmth beside him, so tired…

Her touch tipped his exhaustion into sleep.

With her name still on his lips.

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