A Cross Between Worlds ~on hiatus~

Part 14

Virgil flinched away from Logan's hand as he pressed lightly on Virgil's ribs.

"That hurts" Virgil mumbled, gripping tightly to his pants to keep him from slapping Logan's hands away.

"I figured," Logan muttered lightly, backing up. "I believe you're bruised your ribs, I'd recommend that you don't move around too much" Logan explained, fixing his glasses.

"Can't I just heal myself?" Virgil huffed. Logan raised a brow.

"Do you really have enough energy to do so?" Virgil rolled his eyes, putting his shirt on fully.

"No, but you didn't know that until I said it so shut up" Logan frowned, nodding.

"I'll be on my way out then, Janus?" Janus looked up quickly.

"Yeah?"

"Make sure Virgil doesn't move around too much." He said with a soft smile. Janus nodded with a grin.

"You got it!" Virgil scowled at Logan, watching him leave. Virgil looked at Janus.

"Why do you trust them again? They technically kidnapped us and are probably going to kill us, they'll be just like every other modern day human I've met and they'll find a way to exploit us and we'll die again and go to hell because I'm a fallen Angel and your, well I guess you'd go back to heaven, but we're going to die and it's going to be all their fault and-"

"V?" Janus whispered, slightly frightened at the tone of Virgil's voice, and also what he was rambling about. Virgil stopped rambling, looking at Janus. "Can you stop it? And just... trust me?" He muttered. Virgil looked down at the bed, nodding.

"Okay... I'm sorry Jan" Virgil muttered, patting the bed. Janus got up, putting his sewing things down and going over, sitting next to Virgil. He got pulled into a hug, before most likely Roman knocked at the door. Janus and Virgil just stared, and Janus snickered when Roman sighed.

"May I come in?" He asked.

"It's your house princey" Virgil muttered, rolling his eyes. Roman walked in slowly.

"Do either of you want to help cook?" He asked. Janus hummed a little, before nodding and looking at Virgil. Virgil sighed.

"What do you want you twerp" Virgil chuckled.

"Remeber that bread mom made? That was super fluffy? That we ate with our soup? Can we do that?" Roman nodded.

"I think we have everything to make bread and we have some left over soup I can reheat." Virgil stared at him in confusion.

"You can reheat things? Why didn't you just give the extra to a neighbor for their pigs or something, I doubt soup that sits out for that long is any good anymore" Virgil muttered in a questioning tone. Roman stared at him.

"What time did you two come from" He asked. Virgil stared at him.

"I don't know, france?" Virgil snapped.

"That's a place- never mind, how do you two speak English then?" Virgil rolled his eyes.

"Angel magic!" Janus giggled. Roman smiled with a soft laugh, nodding.

"Okay okay, let's go make some food then," Roman said, opening the door up further. Virgil watched as Janus hopped off the bed, going into the hall to wait for Roman. "Do you want to come too Virgil?" Virgil looked to the side, slowly getting up. Roman smiled, walking out of the room. Virgil slowly followed after the two, holding his ribs since they did actually hurt. He hesitated at the hall, never having gone further then it. Janus seemed to be having the same issue. Janus glanced back at Virgil, worried. Virgil but his lip, stepping past the hall, waiting for Janus to come along. Janus paused, looking at Roman who was pulling things out of the fridge.

"What's that??" He asked, quickly going over to it. Roman chuckled, explaining that it was a fridge and it kept things cold to make it last longer. Janus' eyes lit up. "Virgil! Look at it! It's so cool!" He turned back to Roman. "How do you say it again?" Roman laughed lightly, sounding it out. Janus frowned. "Nooooo" he whined. "In my language!" Roman nodded, grabbing his phone and looking it up in google translate, playing the audio for Janus. Janus giggled, trying it out.

Virgil rolled his eyes at his brothers antics, nervously sitting in a chair he found and watching the two.