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katelynn-a-fan · 5 years ago

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Why We Do What We Do (11)

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He- … no... Roman(?), yeah Roman. He remembered some good looking person referring to him by that name, so for now as he couldn't remember any other name that was his, he would trust the word of the handsome (maybe not if he could remember if he knew them) stranger.

Roman heard voices. They were quiet and hushed, but he heard their soft words all the same.

“Do you think he’ll wake soon? I don’t know much about seizures, but he shouldn’t be unconscious for this long should he?” A timid but warm sounding voice whispered, the first thing edging into his consciousness after… something.

Something had happened, Roman remembered his body suddenly moving out of his control all at once and then black. A… seizure? That voice said something about a seizure, Roman… didn’t exactly remember where or how he learned about the concept of a seizure, but he did know that it sounded like what had happened to him.

Something told him that he… knew more about medical stuff than he should, like someone, maybe a friend, was knowledgeable and spouted facts, but he didn’t remember if they told him or where or why.

He tried to move, but his body was uncooperative and he didn’t even manage a twitch. To call his body’s feeling heavy would be an understatement, Roman felt like the whole earth was placed solely on his body. Though, that would be a bit more painful than the minor throbbing throughout his body. But maybe the lack of pain and the extreme sluggishness he was feeling was just whatever drugs or medicine the hospital he was apparently in, doing their thing.

There was a small sound, like a plastic object against… Styrofoam and then another voice spoke, this one a bit more even and level, with less warmth and more… security. Stability.

“Seizures are not all the same, certain seizures can lead to more harm than others, it is fruitless to try to ascertain a quantifiable number to Roman’s unconsciousness when we do not know the directi inner workings of his brain and what specifically caused him to seize.”

Yep, that sounded like whoever this voice is was the source of Roman’s heightened knowledge of certain topics. Though of course, Roman didn’t expect himself to remember much more than that, as he supposedly did have fucking amnesia.

“Logan, please, normal words for the class?” Roman recognized the voice of the tired man that had talked and cried to him when he woke up that second time. Now that he thought about it, he did remember hearing the warm sounding man’s voice come from that light blue person he saw. A name almost came to him, but just as quickly as he tried to hold onto that thought, it slipped away.

All he managed to grasp was that it started with a P.

Paul? Parker? Peter? Patrick? Patrick felt close, but not exactly the right fit. Phineas? Powell? Definitely not. Pollux? Ugh, none of these felt right.

Whatever.

The steady voice sighed, and Roman got the feeling even without looking, whoever it was was pinching the bridge of… not… not their face. Their glasses? So it was that astronomy t-shirt man, that… that explained the knowledge part. They were a science nerd.

Affectionately... I think.

Something told him that a nerd wasn’t always something that this man liked to be called. Roman supposed that was the work of bullies throwing that word around as an insult, and surprisingly, that thought made his blood simmer slightly, even though he didn’t know this man.

Logan… that was a nice name for him. Even though Roman didn’t remember exactly who he was, it fit Logan.

Logan replied shortly, “There is no true way to tell when Roman will wake up.”

He heard the tired man sigh a disappointed, “Oh…”

Roman’s heart swelled in a protective wave all at once, getting a strong desire to go over and comfort the man despite his physical inability to do so.

P piped up, “But he’s gotta wake up at some point! We just have to wait, we’ve been waiting already, we can wait a little longer!”

The tired man groaned quietly, but didn’t continue, probably knowing that nothing would really come of continuing to yearn out loud for Roman to wake up.

Little did he know that Roman was already awake, but just not able to move.

Suddenly, Roman realized that he was drifting off as he heard his friends(?) voices start to fade.

In a desperate attempt to move as Roman panicked, he distantly heard a far off groan. Was that him? He didn’t know as he felt himself drift more.

It was a sudden tight grip on his non-throbbing hand that felt like an anchor in a tossing sea that felt like it immediately brought him back to awareness.

He heard a sob and wondered what happened, if he had truly passed out and had missed something. Did something happen to him again? Did he have another seizure this time and just didn’t remember? Even if he had no idea who these people around him were to him, he didn’t want to worry them like he already had!

I’ve already put them through so much! I don’t want to put them through more! Why is my body so stupid?

Something landed on his face, cutting off those thoughts all at once. No, not landed, dripped onto his face… like… tears?

Then he realized he felt tears on his face, Roman realized it was him that was crying.

He was torn between being relieved that nothing had happened to them or him to make them cry and kicking himself for crying like this, worrying the people around him even more if something did happen.

Instead he listened to the voices around him, hoping that would help him calm down.

“Hey! Hey, hey hey! What is it? Are you having a nightmare? Hey, wake up Roman, you’re just dreaming!” The tired man’s voice called to him, and right then and there Roman wanted to hug the worry out of it while laughing his lungs out with him.

Why do I want to… comfort this man so much? I don’t even know his name yet!

Despite his confusion of his reaction to this man, he managed to raise his lips up in a ghost of a smile. However, the tired voice didn’t seem to notice, as he continued to ramble.

“Patton, go get a nurse, he might be in pain. He needs more medicine! Come on, wake up Roman! Logan? Do you know what might be happening? Nevermind, probably not.”

Roman heard Logan say something, but the handsome man's voice’s rambling was too overwhelming and close to properly hear what was said.

Patton… yeah… that sounds right…

Roman forced himself to stop shuddering and sobbing, but his limbs still felt massive.

“Roman? Are you awake?” The voice was hopeful, but then the hand gripped his hand tight.

Roman wanted to squeeze back desperately to communicate something, but nada, nope.

Suddenly, Logan’s voice bursts out, “Virgil!”

Roman’s eyes finally fly open at the sudden exclamation, and while incredibly blurry at first, he sees enough of the scene to tell what’s happening.

Logan was finishing walking over to… Virgil? Roman… thought that fit the man perfectly, he caught himself thinking how he probably wanted to be with someone with a unique name. Wait… was he gay?

At the seemingly unconscious squeeze… V- Virgil gave his hand, shivers went up and down his spine from the gesture, he inwardly grinned from ear to ear.

Oh… I am definitely gay.

If his limbs weren’t so useless at the moment, he would’ve shot them up to his face as he knew he was blushing hard.

I don’t even know this man, but man is he… breathtaking.

Virgil, as Roman now knew him, barked back, “What?”

There was a moment of silence and an exasperated sigh as Roman saw Logan pull off his glasses and rub his eyes as if he was done with Virgil. He then placed one hand on Virgil’s shoulder and gestured vaguely to Virgil.

“He’s awake, you knucklehead! Has been since he started crying at the very least.”

Virgil turned to face Roman, seeing his eyes were now open.

“Oh… hey… Roman…” If Roman thought his blush was fierce, that was nothing compared to Virgil’s as he tried to bring his hoodie up to cover his face, but as he did, he didn’t see the cord that was draped near his foot.

Viril lost his balance as he shifted his weight in a way that caught his foot on the cord and he spread his arms out instinctually to try and catch himself, but even with Logan grabbing for his arm, he failed.

He fell forwards right towards Roman, Roman saw his face rush up to his and he braced himself for a collision.

But none came.

When Roman opened his eyes, he was staring straight into Virgil’s green eyes. Their faces were hair breadths apart and Roman felt Virgil’s breath on his skin.

Why do I want to kiss this man when I know not the slightest thing about him?

And before he knew what was happening, and neither really knew who initiated it, they were kissing.

And Roman, in that moment, wouldn’t have it any other way.

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