He'd just gotten out of the hospital a couple days before, and now here he was back again. Under different circumstances, but still. Kyo sighed, shifting the bag he was carrying on his shoulder a bit as he moved down the hall. It was awkward, carrying that and a box of pizza in the same arm, but his other was still indesposed from his accident earlier in the week, so it wasn't like he had a choice.
Kyo knew he still looked like shit, covered in bruises and cuts and almost up to his shoulder in a cast, so when people looked at him when he passed he wasn't surprised. Reaching the room where he'd been directed, he paused. The door was closed, and for a moment he wasn't sure what the hell to do about it; finally he sighed and shifted his weight, kicking the door a couple of times and hoping it would pass for a knock.
[ooc: Dammit, I should so be studying, but Dante!muse won't shut up. XD]
Dante nearly jumped out of his skin. He stared blankly at the door for a while, unsure whether he had imagined the knock or if there really was someone at the door. The voice was familiar, but in his state of shock, Dante couldn't immediately pinpoint who it was.
Forcing himself to move, the white-haired man slowly distangled his hand from Vergil's --the movement was surprisingly hard to do-- and made his way over the door. Opening it, he blinked at the ball of red hair under his nose. "Hey," he croaked, swallowing around the painful dryness in his throat. He didn't bother hide the surprise from his voice. He wasn't sure who he expected to visit first after news went out that Vergil was in the hospital, but it certainly wasn't Kyo. Not that he didn't like the squirt, he just expected the kid to be somewhere sane. School, maybe, or Shinra, though the sanity of that place was somewhat doubtful at times.
There was a moment's pause and silence, followed by shuffling and then the door opened in front of him. Kyo blinked up at Dante-- then heaved a sigh. "Christ man, you look like hell." Not that he blamed him, but he was slightly surprised to find that Dante looked about as bad as he did, less the cast.
Nodding toward the room, he added. "How's he doing? Any news?"
Some part of Dante seemed to crumble at the question. He automatically stepped aside to let Kyo in --if he was surprised about the state of Kyo's own body, he didn't mention it. The squirt was rather prone to accidents, after all. "He's gotten worse," he said slowly, as if every word hurt to say. "He was half conscious on the way to the hospital, but they said he's barely showing brain function at the minute."
It seemed to take all his energy not to just go out and cry at those words, so instead he began to busy himself, taking the bag and the pizza box out of Kyo's hand without so much asking him if he wanted help. Only when his hands touched the pizza did Dante seem to realize what it was. He looked down at it, surprised, then at Kyo with a flicker of genuine appreciation. "...Thanks, squirt," he said, with a faint ghost of his normal cheerfulness at seeing his favorite food.
Finding the room had been no problem at all. The nurses were rather... enthusiastic about giving him directions. That sort of fawning always seemed to happen the most when he had his hair pulled out of his face into a ponytail. Or when he dressed in normal clothing. Considering that at the moment both of those things were happening, it was no surprise that the girls wouldn't leave him alone
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An hour. Honestly? How late was it? When was the last time he ate anything? Dante didn't have the heart to look for a clock. He didn't want to know how long he had been sitting here looking like a ball of shit.
At Sephiroth's words, Dante looked up at him with wide eyes. Realizing how ridiculous the thought of Sephiroth hitting him in this situation was, he let out a bitter laugh and looked back at Vergil. "Isn't that... what you normally want to do?" he sighed half-heartedly, snaking the fingers of one of his hands into Vergil's limp grasp. He would give anything, absolutely anything, to feel those fingers close around his. A small measure of comfort could go such a long way, but alas, Vergil remained as still as he had been for hours. There wasn't even a flutter behind his eyelids or anything close to the sign of conscious activity. He looked so... so... deadDante's other hand clenched in his lap so tightly that his knuckles turned white. "I should've done something," he whispered. "He wasn't feeling well and... and I should've
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Zelos had a hard time believing what had happened. Like everyone else, the red head had heard the news. He'd cancelled all plans, specifically to come and visit the twins. To try and be of some comfort. Anything to help. Judging by the reaction he got when he asked what room the Sparda's were in, Zelos could tell he hadn't been the only one to visit. That made him feel good, that others were just as concerned
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[ooc: THIS POST MADE ME WIBBLE SO MUCH. And I love how Dante is getting so much food. XD]
Dante was starting to get used to people coming and leaving as they will. He hadn't moved from Vergil's bedside in quite a while now, and his body was beginning to feel the strain from all the stress and the worrying and the utter lack of sleep. His blue eyes, normally so vibrant and bright, were bloodshot and glassy as they glanced up at the redhead that entered the room. Silent, Dante watched with mild confusion as his friend made his way over without so much saying a greeting.
Zelos could help but snort as he looked at Dante. Shaking his head and sighing. He had to brush back a strand of red hair that fell into his eyes.
"Can't hear me? Vergil?" Looking to the twin in the bed. "Huh, must be ignoring me. It's Vergil, no matter how messed up he ever gets, he'll always be able to hear you at least."
Zelos moved towards Dante's side and crouched down. Sighing he placed a hand on Dante's arm, giving a gentle squeeze and smiling up at him. "You know as well as I do that he'll pull through."
He'll always be able to hear you at least. The idea was prosperous, but the idea made Dante perk up slightly. His arm trembled under Zelos's touch and his eyes swam with unshed tears as they slid from his brother's face to his friend's. "...How?" he croaked, shaking his head. "How can you have so much confidence
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Haha you could do a separate thing, 'cause every thread is a different interaction between the twins and a new character. Maybe... I dunno, he could come in and check on Vergil's stats in the middle of the night, and try to get Dante to eat or sleep or something. (And Dante can blurt out their life story in a big, rambling mess. XD AWKWARD.)
But that's the only situation I can think of atm. Sorry, it's already 1 am here. ^^;
Roger could be a strict man at times --he had to be, for the sake of his job-- but when it mattered, he could be as warm and gentle as a Grandpa. Giving the other a tired, grateful smile, Dante went back to slouching over the side of his twin's bed, as if staring at him with sad puppy eyes would be enough to pull his brother from his coma.
When the envelope was dangled in his face, Dante raised his eyes again and frowned. "Hm?" Unable to resist his curiosity, he pulled the picture out of its slot and stared at it.
Good God. Dante always admired Vergil's modeling ability --Vergil, unlike him, had to ACT to look that seductive and relaxed, since it wasn't part of his actual personality-- but this just topped the cake. No one would've been able to guess how much pain his twin was in by looking at those half-lidded eyes or that his brother would've collapsed just minutes after this picture was taken. If possible, Dante's respect for his twin jumped up another notch
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Kyo knew he still looked like shit, covered in bruises and cuts and almost up to his shoulder in a cast, so when people looked at him when he passed he wasn't surprised. Reaching the room where he'd been directed, he paused. The door was closed, and for a moment he wasn't sure what the hell to do about it; finally he sighed and shifted his weight, kicking the door a couple of times and hoping it would pass for a knock.
"Open up Dante, I don't have any free hands."
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Dante nearly jumped out of his skin. He stared blankly at the door for a while, unsure whether he had imagined the knock or if there really was someone at the door. The voice was familiar, but in his state of shock, Dante couldn't immediately pinpoint who it was.
Forcing himself to move, the white-haired man slowly distangled his hand from Vergil's --the movement was surprisingly hard to do-- and made his way over the door. Opening it, he blinked at the ball of red hair under his nose. "Hey," he croaked, swallowing around the painful dryness in his throat. He didn't bother hide the surprise from his voice. He wasn't sure who he expected to visit first after news went out that Vergil was in the hospital, but it certainly wasn't Kyo. Not that he didn't like the squirt, he just expected the kid to be somewhere sane. School, maybe, or Shinra, though the sanity of that place was somewhat doubtful at times.
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There was a moment's pause and silence, followed by shuffling and then the door opened in front of him. Kyo blinked up at Dante-- then heaved a sigh. "Christ man, you look like hell." Not that he blamed him, but he was slightly surprised to find that Dante looked about as bad as he did, less the cast.
Nodding toward the room, he added. "How's he doing? Any news?"
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It seemed to take all his energy not to just go out and cry at those words, so instead he began to busy himself, taking the bag and the pizza box out of Kyo's hand without so much asking him if he wanted help. Only when his hands touched the pizza did Dante seem to realize what it was. He looked down at it, surprised, then at Kyo with a flicker of genuine appreciation. "...Thanks, squirt," he said, with a faint ghost of his normal cheerfulness at seeing his favorite food.
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At Sephiroth's words, Dante looked up at him with wide eyes. Realizing how ridiculous the thought of Sephiroth hitting him in this situation was, he let out a bitter laugh and looked back at Vergil. "Isn't that... what you normally want to do?" he sighed half-heartedly, snaking the fingers of one of his hands into Vergil's limp grasp. He would give anything, absolutely anything, to feel those fingers close around his. A small measure of comfort could go such a long way, but alas, Vergil remained as still as he had been for hours. There wasn't even a flutter behind his eyelids or anything close to the sign of conscious activity. He looked so... so... deadDante's other hand clenched in his lap so tightly that his knuckles turned white. "I should've done something," he whispered. "He wasn't feeling well and... and I should've ( ... )
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Dante was starting to get used to people coming and leaving as they will. He hadn't moved from Vergil's bedside in quite a while now, and his body was beginning to feel the strain from all the stress and the worrying and the utter lack of sleep. His blue eyes, normally so vibrant and bright, were bloodshot and glassy as they glanced up at the redhead that entered the room. Silent, Dante watched with mild confusion as his friend made his way over without so much saying a greeting.
And then started talking to Vergil ( ... )
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"Can't hear me? Vergil?" Looking to the twin in the bed. "Huh, must be ignoring me. It's Vergil, no matter how messed up he ever gets, he'll always be able to hear you at least."
Zelos moved towards Dante's side and crouched down. Sighing he placed a hand on Dante's arm, giving a gentle squeeze and smiling up at him. "You know as well as I do that he'll pull through."
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But that's the only situation I can think of atm. Sorry, it's already 1 am here. ^^;
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When the envelope was dangled in his face, Dante raised his eyes again and frowned. "Hm?" Unable to resist his curiosity, he pulled the picture out of its slot and stared at it.
Good God. Dante always admired Vergil's modeling ability --Vergil, unlike him, had to ACT to look that seductive and relaxed, since it wasn't part of his actual personality-- but this just topped the cake. No one would've been able to guess how much pain his twin was in by looking at those half-lidded eyes or that his brother would've collapsed just minutes after this picture was taken. If possible, Dante's respect for his twin jumped up another notch ( ... )
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