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”You look like shit,” is Gordon’s greeting to Virgil as he enters Alan’s hospital room.
“Still better than you,” Virgil says automatically, stretching as he stands. “Did you bring my charger?”
“Yeah, yeah, I got it,” Gordon says, pulling it out and tossing it. He raises an eyebrow when Virgil fumbles it, badly, and has to lean down to pick it up off the floor.
Virgil avoids his gaze as he moves to plug his phone in, feeling about ten times heavier than normal. He can still feel Gordon staring at him as he sits down on the chair on the far side of the room.
“Did you sleep?” Gordon finally asks, sounding like he already knows the answer.
Virgil shrugs. No, he hadn’t, because nurses had been coming in and out of the room and he didn’t want to sleep in case anything happened. He can almost hear Gordon rolling his eyes as he powers his phone back on, wincing at the twenty-seven missed calls. He hates not having his phone charged.
“You should go home,” Gordon says.
Virgil shakes his head. “I’m not leaving.”
“Well, Penny’s still with Grandma, and someone needs to relieve her,” Gordon points out. “And you need sleep. I’ll stay with Alan. You go home.”
“Wait, why’s Penny with Grandma?” Virgil says, caught off guard. “What about John?”
“What about him?” Gordon asks, picking up Alan’s charts. “He’s with Scott, isn’t he?”
“With Scott? Why is he with Scott?”
Gordon shrugs, flipping through the pages. “I don’t know, why are you asking me? You have your phone now, ask them yourself.”
Virgil watches as he frowns. “Are you supposed to be reading those?”
“No,” Gordon says without looking up.
Virgil rolls his eyes. “Did John or Scott say anything about where they were going?”
Gordon snorts. “You’re kidding, right? Do any of us actually talk anymore?”
Virgil winces, because it’s not like Gordon’s wrong. “I tracked down where Alan usually ends up last night.”
Gordon looks up at that. “You did?”
Virgil nods. “I found the garage. I found the guy who builds the cars. Scott’s rookie Kayo found us, and we came back here. Scott was supposed to take John home before going off and acting like a damn hero.”
“But instead he took John with him,” Gordon says. He sounds exhausted. “Robin to his Batman. Or the other way around, I’m never sure.”
Virgil can’t help but give a small smile. It feels weird on his face after the night they’ve all had. “Yeah, well, they’re both idiots.”
“Yeah, but so are the rest of us,” Gordon says, setting Alan’s charts down. “Seriously, bro, get some sleep, you look like you’re about to fall face first on the floor and I can’t promise I won’t laugh and take pictures for blackmail.”
Virgil glares at him, but he has to admit his body feels way too heavy. He leans back in the chair and closes his eyes, and almost immediately drops off to sleep.
Rent Day Blues 