"The hospital. No..can't." Virgil frowned and muttered as he made his way towards his bathroom. Ignoring the shouting from the door. He'd been out of the building for two or three days now trying to get rid of the access energy thanks to the damned sunspots. Some woman scratches him and suddenly the building was thrown into chaos-the worst part, he's in the center of it all. He used to like being center of attention. But not like this. Virgil was panicking, telling him not to panic had only made it worse. He magnetized the door shut and didn't answer. Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion as he walked. poisoned? He reached into the shower and twisted the knob, steam started to fill the room. Hot showers fixed everything. That was his theory. If only it were so easy.
Peeling off his black and gold shirt as if nothing was wrong and stepped inside the shower, under the stream of hot water he closed his eyes and tried to ignore the dull pain that ran through his veins. Too tired to even attempt taking off his pants or boots he closed his eyes. All Virgil had wanted was to sleep after all the trouble his power caused him. Suddenly his stomach hurt, it felt like a sharp knife was tearing straight through it. He dropped to his knees. Dreadlocks flattening against his neck and his body fell under the water. He couldn't stand the pain. All he could do was curl up and hope it passed. Of coarse it wasn't, it was only getting worse..and he'd locked out the one who was trying to help.