~°~Chapter One-hundred & Twenty-one~°~

I pace restlessly as the shower runs, I would need a shower too because just like Virgil said I'm equally messy but that isn't important because I'm still going to patch him up when he gets out.

The door finally slides open and Virgil walks out wearing nothing but a loose pair of shorts and I breathe easier when I see that there's no grave injury.

I take his hand and help him sit down so that I can inspect his body and…

"You didn't get hurt?" I pause with my hands on his body, my eyes wide.

He looks up at me with piercing eyes. "Oh I did."

"Then where…"

"But it's gone now." He adds, wrapping a hand around my wrist.

"What? Ah!" I squeal when he tugs me down, I fall against him and we end up on the bed. "Virgil, I still have blood on me, you'll…"

"It's just blood." He gives my words back to me, wrapping his arms snugly around me to keep me on him.