For @vegetacide Not quite what you requested, but there is more to come – this is just setting the scene. I’m hoping to pull off some fluff a few days after this scene. Still writing.
“Why did you let him follow me?!”
The question was shouted.
“You think I had a choice?”
Virgil shifted where he lay and immediately regretted it. Pain shot up through his back from two distinct points, throbbing into both his shoulder and his gut. Even with the fog in his brain, the message got through very clearly. Don’t move.
“Of course you had a choice. Are you our commander or not?”
“You think this lies under the provision of International Rescue? Are you blind, Kayo?”
“There was no way in hell I could stop him. I know. I tried! The man loves you.”
Virgil blinked, but it was ever so slowly.
“Scott?” The woman’s voice quavered just a little.
“No, you don’t get to play dumb on this. I know you know it.”
“That is none of your business.”
“None of my…Are you kidding me?! He’s my brother, you’re my sister. He is lying in the infirmary with two bullet wounds in him. You’re standing here accusing me of not preventing him from standing between you and the gun. Kayo, there is no way in hell he would do any different whether you are his sister or his prospective wife. This is Virgil we are talking about!” There was silence for a moment, punctuated only by the beeping of the machine telling him he was still alive. “You know, as much as I do, that Virgil will give everything, for all of us, but particularly for you.”
“So what do you expect me to do about it?”
“Do about it? Nothing. That is not my prerogative. But I will ask you one thing. What would you have done if your positions had been reversed? Think about it, Kayo. Perhaps you will find your answers there.”
Footsteps walked away.
Virgil blinked again, this time it was harder to open his eyes and they shut almost immediately.
He drifted off to the sound of a woman crying.