Apparently I'm perfect

George didn't reply. He could hear Virgil picking the lock and was hurridelt flushing the tissure with blood on it down the toilet, while trying to wipe the blood of his face.

Virgil kept working at the lock.

Edward looked at Virgil, willing him to hurry up.

Virgil had concentration on his face. With a click the door was unlocked and he pulled the piece of metal outof the lock and opened the door.

George was at the sink in front of the mirror, a gash down the side of his face, blood on his hands.

Edward immeadiatly ran over. "What happend?" He sound slightly angry.

George turned away from him. "I told you. Nothing."

Virgil stayed in the doorway, watching.

"As I said you're a bad liar. And the gash doesn't help support your 'theory'"

"Just tell us the truth Georgy," Virgil said firmly.

"I go into a fight okay!" George shouted, turning to face the two older boys, eyes watery.

Edward wanted to ask who, but was aware they needed to sort him out. "Just sit down ok" He said soothingly.

Virgil came in and closed the toilet lid down and then going back to by his bed to get some things.

George sat down on the toilet lid, looking down.

Edward was croached next to George, arm around his shoulders, talking soothinggly, trying to calm him.

George was managing not to cry.

Virgil came back in and ran some warm water into the sink, adding some antiseptic.

Edward was still sothing George, watching Virgil. with a pleading look on his face

Virgel checked the temperature and then put some cotton wool in the water. He went over to Edward and George, crouching in front of George, gently wiping up the blood.

George winced, but otherwise didn't react.

Edward just watched

Virgil went to wipe gently over the gash, but George pushed his hand away, pulling away.

Edward looked slightly hyrt. "Let us help George"

George hestitated and then nodded, moving back and letting Virgil clean the gash.

Edward allowed himself a weak smile, and slipped his arm back around George.

George leant into him ever so slightly.

Virgil stood up to get some fresh cotton wool.

Edwards blushed slightly, but allowed Goerge to do so. He looked up at Virgil, "Do you think we should tell Cynthia?"

George's eyes widened and he shook his head violently.

"NO!"

Virgil turned to face them from where he was at the sink, "Hmmm...I think that it might be best..."

"NO!!"

Edward sighed. "Why not, she'll probably notice your face anyway"

"No! I don't want her to know!"

Virgil sighed as he came back over to them, "Georgy calm down."

Edward sighed, subconciously stroking Georges hair.

George hadn't noticed Edward stroking his hair, but Virgil did. He kept quiet, continueing to clean George's gash.