🐶Morality's P.O.V🐶

I stare at the flames. Logic and Roman are in there somewhere. Somewhere where I can't get to them. If I can't stand, then I definitely wouldn't be able to save them.

I have to get Anxiety.

I stand on wobbly legs. I look back to the door of Imagination and run towards it. Logic has basically just committed suicide, probably trying to get to Roman, who is also probably dead in that fire. The last person I know that could help is Anxiety.

I reach the door and open it, running in. I reach Anxiety's room quickly. No time for knocking. I open the door and look around, seeing him on his couch, watching me, shocked. By now I'm out of breath, and it's hard to talk but I have to be quick.

"Logic- Roman- fire- come help.. Please" I start sobbing and hear Anxiety rush over to me. I look up at him and he removes my mask. His eyes seem to roam my face before he wraps his arms around me, rubbing the back of my head.

"Hey, Morality, calm down. Take a deep breath. There ya go. Just breathe for me, ok?" I do as I'm told and I wrap my arms around him too.

"Logic.. H-he-" I cough and take another deep breath. "Roman ran into a fire in imagination and Logic ran in after him. I-I don't know what to do.. They could both be dead and-" I stop, realizing my mistake.

"And I came here..." I let my arms fall back to my side, Anxiety letting go too. He looks concerned and honestly, I don't blame him.

"Morality, what are you saying?" I look back at the door. I have to get back there, there's still a chance they're alive! A small chance but a chance nonetheless.

Without warning, I run back to the Imagination. I hear Anxiety following behind me but I can't care right now. If Logic was successful in getting Roman out, I have to be there to help them.

I get to the door of Imagination and swing it open. I run in and look around. The fire has died down a bit and I think I see someone being carried away from the fire by someone else who is limping.

I run over to them and realize it's Logic carrying Roman over his shoulder. I run faster and reach them just in time for Logic to fall. I catch him and watch Anxiety catch Roman right before he hits the ground.

"Logic? Logic are you ok?" I hold him in my arms and pick him up bridal style. Anxiety holds Roman close to him and I lead Anxiety out of Imagination. As we walk, the Imagination slowly turns to white. What does that mean?

Anxiety runs past me and through the door. I don't understand. Why is he so frantic?

I run after him and get back to the Mind Palace just in time to see him run into Roman's room. I want to go make sure everything's ok but I have to help Logic.

I take him to his room, knowing that he has medical supplies. I mean, I don't know how to use most of it, but I can try.

I lay him down in his bed and examine him. His hair is messy and he has a few cuts here and there. Other than that, his head looks fine. Covered in soot, but fine otherwise.

His shirt is torn to shreds. Burn marks cover his chest and arms. I'm kind of glad he's unconscious. He would be in a lot of pain right now if he wasn't.

I carefully remove his shirt and tie. His chest looks a lot worse without his shirt. If we could go to the doctors I wouldn't hesitate but... We're fragments of Thomas's mind and if we went to the hospital they'd probably send Thomas to a mental hospital.

I'll have to clean him off before I do anything to avoid infection. That much I know.

I walk into Logic's bathroom and grab a washcloth. I run it under cold water and ring it out a bit to keep it from dripping.

I walk back to Logic and clean his face. He's missing his glasses. When I've fully washed his face, I go and rinse out the cloth, then a thought crosses my mind.

The Imagination was turning white.. Roman is Thomas's creativity so he should have almost complete control over that place. Does that mean that Roman had control of the fire?

I go back up to Logic and sit on the bed next to him. I slowly clean his chest with the cloth and well, it's starting to look better. He does have burn marks but it doesn't look like his entire chest is burnt.

I look around and spot his med kit. I walk over and replace the med kit with the rag. I sigh and look back at Logic. He was limping so I'll have to check his leg.

I bring the med kit over to him and sit down next to him. I look through the med kit and then stop. I... I don't know what to do. How do I even fix anything like this? We can't die, so he's still alive but he'll be in a lot of pain.

Maybe Anxiety will know what to do? I mean, he's my last hope because I have no idea what I'm doing. I should probably check Logic's leg first.

I don't wanna ruin his pants but his pants leg can't be rolled up, and I am not going to do the third option. That is just- no.

Maybe I can convince Anxiety to check for me. I walk out and to Roman's room. I open the door and freeze, seeing Anxiety standing, leaning over Roman, who's laying on the bed still unconscious.

I don't think Anxiety knows I'm here. He brings his hand up and cups Roman's cheek opposite to him. I don't know what he is doing, but I feel like I'm about to find out.

Anxiety leans down and kisses Roman. Wait- what? He pulls away and slowly removes his hand.

I start creeping closer, being as silent as possible. I watch Roman grab Anxiety's hand and yank him back down. He captures Anxiety in another kiss and I can't look away. This is adorable, but I kinda need to get Anxiety's attention.

I clear my throat and Anxiety jumps, turning to look at me. "Hey Anxiety, can I steal you for a while?"

Anxiety just looks at me, shocked and confused. I sigh and go up to him, grabbing his arm. I lead him to Logic's room and bring him next to the bed.

"Is everything ok?" He looks at me and I feel my face heat up, remembering what I need from him.

"Uh so, I don't exactly know what I'm doing and I was hoping you do? Also could you check on Logic's leg for me?" He seems confused for a second before realizing.

"OH. Ok, yeah I can do that. Why don't you want to, though?" I watch Logic's chest rise and fall. I don't want to admit, but, despite the burns and cuts, he's actually kinda cute.

"I don't know.. You're just, the closest to him now." Wait didn't I make breakfast? Well, I guess we'll just have brunch because there is no way Logic is waking up anytime soon. Nor will he be in the mood to eat.

"Pat we a-" I stop listening after he said that. How does he know my nickname? I see him stop talking and look at me, confused.

"How do you know my name?" Anxiety freezes and all color drains from his face. I feel a hand hold mine and I turn to see Logic, holding my hand.

"I-I told him, Mor-ality. I'm s-sorry I sho- should've ask-asked you f-first." I sit beside him on the bed and rub his knuckles with my thumb.

"Hey, stop talking you're gonna hurt yourself." I'm not sure what to do right now. I smile, trying to make him feel at least a little better. He smiles back and lays his head back, sighing.

"It's alright that you told him. Just give me a warning next time so I don't freak out, ok?" He nods and I smile. My vision starts getting blurry and I blink a few times, feeling tears run down my face.

I take my free hand and wipe away the tears before Logic can notice. I move my hand back to where it was, on the bed on the other side of Logic. My hand slightly brushed against his, and he looks at me, worried.

"P-Patton, why is y-your hand wet? We-re you cr-crying?" He lifts his hand and rubs my cheek with his thumb.

He really shouldn't be concerned about me. Here he is, suffering from a fire and still worrying about me. I don't get how he's so calm.

"I'm fine Lo.. I'm just... Worried about you. Logic, Roman was in there longer than you and he woke up first."

"Yeah well that's because he had the proper treatment." I glare at Anxiety.

"You aren't helping." He smirks and I fight back a smile. I know what he's doing. He's trying to be playful and cheer me up. But... Logic still got hurt. He got hurt and I wasn't there to help him. Even when I got to him I still didn't know what to do.

"Hey, Patton, I-I'm ok. Well, I wi-ll be ok. I don't want y-you to blame yourself for th-this. I was the one wh-who ran into t-the fire in the fi-irst place." He's still struggling to talk. I can tell he's trying his hardest not to cough. We should probably get him some pain killers.

"Shhh. Don't strain your voice too much. I'm fine. Anxiety could you go get some water?" I look back at Anxiety and see him nod before leaving. He closes the door behind him.

Logic tries to sit up but quickly falls back down, hissing in pain.

"Hey, slow down. You're not going anywhere. You're gonna lay in bed at least for the rest of today because I'm pretty sure that by tomorrow you'll be determined to get up and do something and I know at that point the only thing I'll be able to do is follow you around and make sure you don't hurt yourself."

Logic smiles up at me and I can't help but smile back. "Sorry about my rambling. I just really don't want you to be in pain."

Logic's free hand comes up and settles on the back of my head, pulling me down closer to him. He kisses my forehead and moves me so I'm inches away from his face.

"Never feel l-like you have to apologize ab-bout feeling strongly about so-something. I'd r-rather hear you ramble than n-not hear you at all."

I smile and kiss the tip of his nose. Knowing that Virgil and Ro-

"What have I walked into?" I snap my head over to the door, seeing Roman standing there with an odd expression. I quickly sit up and realize that Logic's still shirtless. I quickly think of some sort of explanation before realizing.

"What are you doing out of bed? You only just woke up!" I walk towards him and he backs up a bit on wobbly legs. I reach him and help him stay up. I bring him to the bed and have him sit down on it.

"Morality I woke up like, half an hour ago. I think I'm fine." I glare at him. He already knows that a simple 'I'm fine' isn't going to save him.

"You're fine huh? How can you be fine when you were trapped in a fire? How can you be fine when Logic had to carry you out, and then Anxiety carried you back to your room? How can you be fine when you can't even walk properly?"

By now tears are steadily streaming down my face. I start shaking and walk away a little bit, just to be out of their reach. I'm working myself up and I need to stop- they need me right now I can't freak out like this!

I cover my mouth with my hand and wrap my other arm around my stomach, as though I'm keeping myself from actually falling apart.

I try to calm myself but I can't and next thing I know, I'm running down the hallway towards my room, feeling as though my stomach's on fire.

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(A/N) sorry for the wait but, if I made a mistake in here please let me know because I know I did I just can't find it but otherwise have a nice day/night ok bye

(P.S) I'm also working on a new schedule. I'm thinking publish a chapter on this every Friday and Monday, since I'm not writing enough to do anymore frequent. And depending on where you live the day will probably be different so... Yeah.