#and i gotta go find first aid stuff without dripping blood anywhere

[pride-of-storm]

once again upset over that time i accidentally broke bowl and cut myself on it they are such perfect snack bowls and now we're down to two D:

[infinitesimal-grey]

Prince Starved 6

G/T Prinxiety

Thank you to R for cowriting and @hiddendreamer67 for beta-ing!

See reblog for link to previous chapters

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Roman came in with less hesitancy then before and quickly scooped up Virgil gently. He held him up to eye level, concern written in his eyes. "Are you ok? Where did they hurt you?" He walked to the desk and sat down.

Virgil couldn't help but stiffen, keeping his gaze turned away. "I'm fine, Ro. "You don't look fine though." He turned, pointing up at Roman's face, a sparkle of worry in his eyes. "Go clean yourself up man."

Roman touched his lip and hid a wince, "No no, I promised I'd take care of you so that's my priority." A blush dusted his face, "Could you strip again so I can help you? I can't get to your injuries." He pulled out a few supplies from the first aid kit.

"Says the one covered in boot marks!" Virgil glanced to Roman's chest, quickly pulling his gaze back up toward Roman's face as he felt himself flush. "It's just some bruising, nothing I haven't dealt with before. But you're bleeding."

" I don't believe that Virge-" he pulled up at the hem of Virgil's sweatshirt half teasingly, careful not to disturb the bruise darkened skin he could already see from pulling it up just that little bit. "Come on, if you let me help you I promise I'll be next." He pulled his finger back and just barely noticed the smudge of red on it. "You're bleeding!" Roman spun Virgil around and his eyes widened at the crimson stripe across the fabric on his back. "Take off the hoodie." His voice was a mix of commanding and of a wildly concerned friend.

Virgil didn't have much time to react before he was spun around, and he quickly gripped onto the hoodie, holding it down. "It's just a little bit Ro, You've gotta take care of your stuff first!"

"I've got pints more blood than you pintsize, come on." He half whined and kept pushing playfully at the sweatshirt, "Come onnnn~"

Virgil pulled the hoodie back down, gritting his teeth as he pulled the fabric onto the scar, which only saturated it with more blood. "And I've got plenty too. No."

"Virgil, I need to patch that up, it's bleeding bad." Roman had warning in his eyes, "That could get infected, I'm going to help you." His hands were poised and ready to help Virgil one way or another, even though he'd much rather not. If Virgil got sick or something that would be entirely on him, after all he'd been the one to insist on meeting up. He knew that gash must hurt, it looked nasty even with the glimpses he got of it. Virgil was putting on an act and Roman was refusing to buy into it.

"Roman, I said it's fine. Patch your own stuff up first."

"Virgil, please. I promise I'll take care of myself as soon as you're ok." Roman cupped his hand around behind Virgil, ready to pick him up if he continued to refuse. "Don't make me take it off myself." He warned.

"I'm not taking it off, Ro! If you're so worried let me go bandage it myself or somethin'." At this point he didn't know why he was still fighting against it.. Stubbornness, probably.

"You asked for it-" Roman scooped up Virgil and surprisingly gently he pulled the sweatshirt over his head, ignoring Virgil's squirming and protests; leaving his upper half completely exposed in the palm if his hand. The giant quietly gasped at all the damage. His torso was a mottled oil painting of black, blue, and sickly green. He whispered a finger along Virgil's side. "I'm gonna kill them." He swore quietly.

Virgil pulled himself away from Roman's hand, trying to grab his torso but letting out a yelp as pain shot through the bruises. "Ro, c'mon give that back--" he felt his voice catch, but did his best to hide the change in his tone.

Roman laughed at the flushed look on Virgil's face, entirely visible now that the shield of makeup was down. He held the sweatshirt by the hood just out of the human's reach, "Uh uh, are you gonna lay down or am I gonna have to do that for you too, Voodoo Doll?" He teased the ravenette.

Virgil was trying to grab the sweatshirt back, but froze at Roman's words, flushing red and standing stiff, face turned away. He didn't have any words. Ro had just called him a doll.

"I'm just joking around Emo Nightmare," Roman laughed and blushed, realizing how blush inducing that nickname must have sounded. 'Great now he hates you,' he mentally kicked himself. He brought Virgil's face back up to him with a gently guiding thumb, "I wasn't kidding about the first part though, please lay down for me V." His voice was low and had a serious undertone. He wasn't going to ask again, the longer he waited the more blood Virgil lost. And the human was already shivering hard.

Virgil shakily met Roman's gaze, nodding slowly and laying down on his stomach. "Am I.. really that small, Ro?"

"I mean," he tore into a sterilizing wipe packet, "Kind of? But by law small things are cute, and therefore you're cute." He teased. "Heads up this'll probably sting," he gently held down Virgil by the shoulder, not wanting him to hurt himself by trying to move. Roman wiped away at the crusted blood down Virgil's back. The dirt was already gone but since the shower blood had continued to drip. It was rather shallow but spanned from just below Virgil's left shoulder blade diagonally to the lower curve of his back.

Virgil winced, hissing quietly as the cut stung. "I am not. cute. Don't care--ow--how small I might be." god that's weird to say.

"Mhmm. This should feel cool and numbing," Roman applied a layer of soothing cream. "Alright, you can sit up so we can dress your bruises now." Roman offered a finger to help Virgil sit up without aggravating his cut.

Virgil took a deep breath, sighing in relief as the pain drained away. He took the finger, sitting up "And then we're getting you cleaned up too, alright Ro?"

"Yup," Roman concentrated on disinfecting and rubbing the cream on gently in tiny, methodic circular motions, almost like a massage.

Virgil tried to keep himself mostly still, but he couldn't help but relax into Roman's hand. For being so big he was surprisingly good at being gentle, and the light massaging and cooling cream on the aching bruises was just so calming..

Roman finished up and cut an ace bandage and some gauze into strips to wrap around Virgil. "Lift your arms." Virgil did so and he wound it snugly around him, once he was done he handed the end to Virgil and the human tucked it into itself to make it stay. "That good not too tight?" Roman gave a concerned and slightly tired smile, it took all his will not to shake while doing that.

Virgil returned the smile, nodding. "Yeah, it's good." He took a breath, looking down with a flush on his face. "You're.. really gentle, actually."

"Oh- thank you." Roman ducked his head and darkened to wine red. "Is there anywhere else they hurt you?" Roman stifled a yawn.

"I uh.." Virgil took a breath, running a hand through his hair as he looked back up at Roman. "No, I think I'm okay. Now c'mon, your turn. You're still bleeding."

Roman touched his lip again, not surprised to find it bloody again when he pulled away. "I should probably take a shower first." He pushed his fingers through muddied auburn hair. He put his hand holding Virge on the table, expecting him to get off.

"Yeah, that too. Careful on the cuts with soap and stuff though, Ro." He glanced at the table, sliding off Romans hand and using it to keep himself from falling over. "And don't be gone too long, I dunno what I'd do if your roommate came in while I was here alone."

"Mhm, and don't worry the only person who'd come in is Patton and he's a bit of a hugger but wouldn't harm a fly." Roman stretched, cracking his back. He'd been very tense, a hot shower sounded amazing. "I'll be twenty minutes at most." With that Roman disappeared into the bathroom. A few seconds later the shower could be heard faintly through the door and steam wafted out.

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A/N: Only 8 more days of school then I'll be able to write again agsgdhhdsh so close