"Shit..." Vergil gritted his teeth in pain, pressing his palms against his face, especially his forehead, where it felt like multiple nuclear bombs were exploding every second. The headache was unbearable, a weight that seemed to grow heavier with each passing moment.
"You know, sometimes I wonder just how stupid you can be, you know that?" The voice was the last one he expected. Opening his eyes, Vergil was met with Viviane's gaze, a mixture of irritation and concern on her face.
"What the hell—" he started, but was immediately cut off.
"Watch your mouth, you idiot! I was worried, okay? Look at what you've done!" Viviane exclaimed, her frustration evident in her voice.
"A week in a coma! All because you decided to challenge that moron before the actual fight!!" She gestured wildly, almost like a mother who couldn't hold back her worry.
"Challeng—what?... Ow, ow... My head," Vergil muttered, trying to ignore the throbbing pain.
