Logan was fussing over Virgil, changing out the damp clothes on his head and adjusting his blankets-he was constantly in motion, constantly doing something-meanwhile, Roman was sitting by Virgil's bedside, holding his hand and looking down at him with concern and helplessness.
"I'm fine Hero, I don't need any rest-if anything you should be the one sleeping, you must be drained and you won't be able to make weapons with Roman tomorrow if you're exhausted-"