Kayo pov

She was about halfway back to the hospital when she got a text from John, telling her that he found Virgil in an abandoned park. It was a relief to know Virgil was found and they didn't need to get the police involved to find him.

She trusted that John had everything under control with Virgil and if he didn't, she was sure he would call, but until then, she was going to focus her attention onto the rest of her grieving family. None of them were okay, herself included…

Sure, Alan could be a brat at times, but what little brothers ain't? She cared for him, she loved him, she thought as she made her way into the hospital, heading down to where the others were. He was her little brother in all but blood, her littlest brother and she hated to see him hurt like this…

Security would have to be doubled, this could not happen again. She would not allow it to! Her family has been hurt, and no one hurts her family without getting hurt even worse by her…

This event has shown her a big flaw in their security, and she was going to fix it.

International rescue needed to be more careful with the boys' identities, they couldn't hide who ran international rescue, it was a bit late for that, unfortunately…

But they needed to be more careful with their identities, that was a must, she thought as she turned a corner, spotting her family sitting outside the intensive care ward. Grandma had Gordon leaning against her in a sort of one-armed hug, the blond looking dead-tired. She couldn't help but notice Grandma's cheeks were sightly stained with tears…

Scott looked up at her, his blue eyes looking just as tired and bloodshot as the rest of his family. "Kayo…" There was a desperate tone to Scott's voice, a silence plead for…for comfort.

That set off all sorts of alarm bells in her head…

"Scott…" She took the seat next to Scott, wrapping her arm around her big brother in an embrace. Scott slump against her in exhaustion, his head collapsing against her shoulder. It said so much about how emotionally drained and tired Scott was…

"John found Virgil, they should be on their way to the hospital now…"

"I know…" Scott sighed tiredly, rubbing at his eyes. "John called me to tell me they were on their way…"

She glanced over at the intensive care unit and felt that burning anger again, her little brother was in there because…because of some punk that wanted revenge on international rescue…

Alan was targeted because he was associated with international rescue. It was horrible to think about, but if that man didn't know Alan was a part or connected with international rescue, Alan might have gotten away with minor injuries or none…

It was a sobering thought to think about…

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Virgil POV

John had said it would be a good idea to get cleaned up a bit before seeing the others, so here he was. In a hospital bathroom, trying to get the blood off his hands while John waited outside, letting him have a moment to himself.

He looked into the bathroom mirror and…and the man that stared back at him was nearly unrecognisable. His skin was as pale as a ghost, deep purple bags from lack of sleep under his eyes. His eyes were slightly red from crying, his normally perfectly styled black hair was a mess and his hands…

His hands were covered in dried blood that refused to come off...His little brother's blood…

His knees buckled, and if he didn't grab the sink, he would be on the hard tiled floor right now. He was so tired and…oh gosh, his hands were covered in his little brother's blood! His hands tightened around the sink as he closed his eyes tightly, his breathing becoming laboured.

"Get it together Virgil, you need to calm down…" He whispered softly to himself, hyper-aware that his hands were starting to shake, and his breathing was speeding up…

He knew that he really should calm down, he knew he wasn't doing himself any good but…

But it was Allie's blood; he thought as his stomach turned against him and suddenly his head was over the toilet, hurling his guts up with a vengeance…

He didn't hear the bathroom door open or the softly-spoken 'oh Virgil…' from John as he came to his side, kneeling on the bathroom floor next to him. He was too busy emptying his guts into the toilet to notice those things…

But he did notice the hand that started rubbing his back gently, "Easy Virg… it's alright, just let it come…" John's voice flooded his senses, a calming presence to his scatterbrained mind.

He pulled away from the toilet with a weak groan, his stomach was now completely empty of any food or liquid that he had previously eaten. John was still rubbing his back, his eyes filled with so much sympathy and love.

A part of him still felt he didn't deserve it…

"You're okay?"

The answer was no, he really wasn't, and John could see that plain as day as well but….but they needed to get this over with, he couldn't put off seeing his family any longer…

"I'm… I'm getting there…"