Angel: -bleeding a bit from arm-

Angel: -clings onto pillow and falls asleep-
Virgil: just...try to not bring this up again....

Angel: -still mad at him-
(I fell asleep)

Angel: -sniff-
Virgil: dad it's okay just tell him you didn't mean to upset him

Angel: -crying-
Virgil: GREAT DAD YOU MADE HIM CRY

Angel: -rolls over and pulls trenchcoat over head-
Virgil: dad I think you upset it
Tara: oh shit...

Angel: THAT IS A SENSITIVE TOPIC SIR I DIED WHEN I WAS 7!

Tara: that's impressive he doesn't look a day over 16!

Tara: no worries I feel bad for the kid...
Virgil: h-he's 21...

Angel: -asleep-

Angel: -just being a baby about it- I HATE THIS WHY DO DEMONS HAVE TO GET SICK SO EASYYYY
Virgil: -covers him with trenchcoat- just go to sleep...

Angel: I've had one before but not this bad I feel like shit...

Angel: I feel dizzy and really warm and I have a headache...

Angel: I-I don't know...

Angel: -on couch wheezing and coughing-

Virgil: HURRY UP

Tara: I'll come

Virgil: COME HOME NOW BRING TARA WITH YOU IF YOU WANT JUST COME HOME NOW ANGEL IS REALLY SICK

(Nope)
Virgil: -calls peri-

(No)
Tara: so how's virgil? Is he being good for you?