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The first thing that Virgil noticed was the noise.

Roman's yelling and the pained noise that came from his own mouth as Roman's arm slammed against his chest, pinning him to the seat.

The honking of the horn that he knew would echo in his ears for years to come.

The crushing of the glass - was it their windows or the other car's?

What came next was the sunlight that poured in through the broken window.

It was ironic.

The sunlight.

It was supposed to be a happy thing, something kids drew with a smile above a beautiful scene.

Virgil didn't like sunny days.

Sunny days brought heat and pain and death.

"Roman," he rasped out, pushing at the deflated airbag with all his strength and reaching for the man who he hadn't heard from since the start of the crash.

He didn't say anything.

"Ro, please."

He knew better than to turn his head. If he had gotten hurt in the crash, turning his head would only make things worse.

So much worse.

"Ro!" He grasped at Roman's arm, trying to get his attention.

Virgil caught sight of himself in the reflection on the window, and nausea overwhelmed him. He wasn't sure if the bruises and red splotches on his face and neck were his or Roman's.

God, he hoped they were his.

He hoped they weren't Roman's.

Why wouldn't he answer him?

Please be okay.

Please.

Please.

"Roman, please," he sobbed, his face aching as it screwed up and tears poured down his cheeks.

Sirens.

There were sirens.

Where were the sirens coming from?

He couldn't think. His mind was empty aside from Roman.

Think, Virgil. Think!

His door was opened first, and the seat belt around him was cut, releasing him. Gentle hands grasped at him, and his first instinct was to panic, adrenaline flooding into his body.

He pushed at the hands, finally turning his head against his better judgement and ignoring the stabbing pain that shot through his neck when he did so.

Roman was a wreck.

The blood was his.

The paramedic withdrew him from the car carefully but firmly. Their voice was muffled in his ears, blocked out by the terrible ringing.

His throat burned as he fought against the paramedic's arms, trying to get back to the car.

To get back to Roman.

He couldn't be screaming.

There was no way.

There was no sound coming out.

But why did it burn so badly?

He was led towards an ambulance, and ushered inside. He stared with wide, panicked eyes out at the cars.

The both of them were horribly mangled.

Twisting metal and broken glass.

The car that had hit them had hit Roman's side.

His door was smashed in.

How they were going to get him out, Virgil didn't even know.

He jumped out of the ambulance, every inch of his skin tingling with... what?

Adrenaline?

Writing?

Roman's bruises and blood showing up on his skin?

He didn't know.

He just knew that he had to do something.

He ran to the car, dodging between the paramedic and police officer who tried to stop him.

He jumped into the car, knowing the glass in the passenger seat was digging into his knees.

He couldn't feel it.

Roman's seatbelt got stuck, and Virgil gritted his teeth, tugging at it harder. When it finally released, he felt a tiny bit of relief flood into him.

It didn't last long.

He grabbed ahold of Roman, wrapping his arms around his torso and trying to pull him out of his seat. Tears burned in his eyes and he gritted his teeth harder, pulling harder. There was a firefighter behind him, telling him to step out of the way, trying to move him.

He didn't listen.

He swatted away her hands, pulling at Roman with all his strength. He managed, by some miracle, to get him out of the car, and three paramedics rushed to his side. Two put Roman on a stretcher and wheeled him over to the ambulance before lifting him up into it.

Virgil headed for the same ambulance, and the paramedic at his side stopped him.

"I have to go with him," he rasped out, his voice cracking on its way out like shattering glass.

"I'm sorry, hon. Only family can be in the ambulance with him."

"Fuck family. I'm his boyfriend."