🌹Chapter 14🌹

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|"I-I read your letter," he said and looked up at me. I inhaled sharply when I saw tears glistening in his eyes. "It made me realize just how much of a conceited jerk I was to you, and I get it if you hate me. Hell, I hate myself."

I opened my mouth to respond, but he turned and left, leaving me to speak to empty space.

"It's okay, Roman. I forgive you."|

Virgil POV:

The first few days after I woke up were hectic. Patton was constantly running around the Mind Space either cooking, cleaning, making sure I was comfortable, or trying to work out a schedule for taking care of me. He had Logan help him with the schedule, but that ended up with Logan doing the majority of it. Deceit refused to leave my room, choosing to sit in a chair in the corner. Roman would poke his head in my room a few times each day to see how I was, but he never spoke.

Logan must have been the busiest of all of them. He had to run after Patton to make sure that he rested, which, from what he told me, was nearly impossible. He tried to pry Deceit from his chair but gave up after two days of being unsuccessful. Logan also had to make sure that my health was taken care of.

Twice a day, he'd come in and change the bandage on my arm and make sure the cuts weren't infected, and, while Patton brought me food, Logan brought giant glasses of water to make sure I wasn't dehydrated.

By the time it got to be a week after I woke up, things settled into a routine. Patton would bring me a small breakfast at 7:30, and Logan would bring me water and change my bandage for the first time at 8. He'd stay for a while, and we'd talk about the many mysteries of life. More often than not, that would lead to us having existential crises. Roman would poke his head in around 9:30, say some extravagant Disney quote that broke Logan and me out of our crisis, and then immediately leave. Depending on the day and how busy he was, Thomas would sometimes stop by around 10 to see how I was and chat for a little bit. Deceit would bring me lunch at 12 and then stay for a while until I'd get tired and fall asleep. Patton would wake me up around 4 and we'd talk about stuff until he had to go make dinner. At 6, Roman would bring me dinner, but he wouldn't stay at all. Logan would come in again at 7 to change my bandage and bring me more water. When Logan leaves, he'd tell me to not stay up late, but I'd not care and stay up 'till one in the morning scrolling through Tumblr and Wattpad.

On the tenth day after I woke up, Logan declared my cuts healed enough to not need bandages. Meanwhile, my Hanahaki was getting worse. It hurt to breathe, and I would have a coughing fit every ten minutes, although there were some days where I had very few fits. I was steadily getting less and less sleep because I couldn't stop coughing.

Patton brought me a crap ton of pillows and blankets for me to burrow under because I was always freezing. I would be so exhausted that I'd doze off whenever I wasn't coughing, only to be woken up by petals trying to escape my lungs.

A week after my Hanahaki started to get worse, I got restless. I hadn't left my room since I was brought in here, and I wasn't allowed to get out of bed because of my coughing, Logan's orders.

I woke up that morning knowing that today was one of the few days where I wasn't constantly coughing, and I was dying to do something. Looking over at the clock in my room, I saw that it was only 6:30.

"Uggghhhh," I groaned, falling forwards onto my blankets. I stayed in that position, face buried in my bed until Patton walked in with that day's breakfast.

"You doing okay there, kiddo?" Patton asked, sitting on the edge of my bed and rubbing my back lightly.

I slowly sat up and opened my mouth to speak, only to start coughing. Patton rubbed my back until the coughing fit was over, which must have been close to 10 minutes.

Once I stopped coughing and caught my breath, I turned to Patton. "You mean besides the fact that I have literal rose petals suffocating me?" I joked, earning a chuckle from Patton. "Other than that, I'm actually doing pretty good. I'm kinda restless, though."

"I'm sorry 'bout that, kiddo," Patton said. "I'd let you get up, but you know Logan is."

I sighed in agreement, "Yup. He's a real stickler for rules and schedules."

Patton patted my leg. "Maybe you could think of something to do in here with all these pillows and blankets."

I took what Patton said into consideration. I had enough blankets and pillows to cover myself. With some designing, I just might be able to...

"FORTS!!!!!" I shouted, startling Patton so much that he fell onto the floor. "Patton, you're a genius!!!! I can make a fort!!!"

Patton chuckled softly as he sat on the floor. "Glad I could help, kiddo!!"

He slowly got up and stood by the side of my bed, hands placed on his hips. "Are ya gonna need any help?" he asked, head tilted to the side.

"You know it," I said in reply.

~~~Time Skip b/c I felt like it~~~

After three hours, a few coughing fits, and many failed attempts, Patton and I sat in the middle of my bed, surrounded by the fort we made.

"Man, Patton," I said. "We really outdid yourselves."

And we had. Patton had conjured a second bed that he put next to mine. This meant that we could divide the fort up into "rooms", given that we had two king-sized mattresses to work with.

There were three "rooms":

One was for me to sleep in. This was the largest, taking up about ⅔ of one of the mattresses. 

Another was for me to relax in while reading a book or listening to music. That room probably had the most pillows in it, but I didn't take the time to actually count. 

The last room was for me to eat in. This was the smallest, and definitely had the least pillows in it, cause really who wants to be surrounded by pillows while they're trying to eat?

We struggled to put up the blankets at first, but Patton was eventually able to figure out a way to hang them up on the ceiling. This allowed us to hide the mattresses behind a curtain of blankets.

Pillows were literally everywhere; holding blankets down, stacked in piles in corners, and spread out across both mattress, yet there were still enough left over to bury me.

"You're right, Virgil," Patton agreed. "But what's the point of making a fort if you don't go overboard?"

"True," I sighed in response.

I flopped back into a pile of pillows, only to sit back up because of a few stubborn petals. Petals fluttered around me, settling on the pillows and blankets spread throughout the fort.

Once the coughing subsided, Patton took one of my hands. He squeezed it gently, and I looked up at him. I could see how worried he was for me, and I felt horrible that I couldn't reassure him that I was okay.

"Kiddo," Patton started. "We should probably talk about what you're gonna do soon."

I looked down, tears starting to pool in my eyes. I knew that this was going to be coming soon. I'd eventually have to decide whether I wanted to die or get the surgery.

"I don't know, Pat," I sighed. "I don't really want to think about that quite yet."

"I get that, kiddo," Patton said. "But we shouldn't ignore this for too long."

I nodded, looking down at my lap.

"Hey, don't let this get you down," Patton said. "I've got an idea that might help you decide a little bit."

Looking back up at Patton, I saw how hopeful he was.

"What's your idea?" I asked, hoping he'd elaborate.

"Well, thought that maybe talking to a therapist might help you," Patton said. "I asked Roman if he knew any therapists in the Imagination, and he said that there is one that is very popular. His name's Dr. Emile Picani."

We were silent for a few seconds before Patton sighed. "I've got to go get stuff done. You think about what I told you. You don't need to decide right now or anything. Just think about what you wanna do."

He untangled himself from the blankets and pillows he was under and patted my leg before he left, closing my door behind him.

Looking around the fort, I grabbed as many pillows as I could and piled them around me. After a few minutes, I was practically buried under a gigantic pile of pillows.

Sitting there, covered in pillows, I was suddenly hit by just how exhausted I was. I had been able to sleep for about three hours last night, but that wasn't enough to make up for the amount I lost the week before. Before I could comprehend what was happening, my eyes drifted shut, and I was pulled into a deep sleep.

~~~Time skip because why not~~~

I was woken from my sleep when someone knocked on my door. Blinking my eyes open, I saw through the blankets and pillows that it was Roman, carrying my dinner on a tray.

He looked confused when he saw the fort, but then he started to chuckle as he walked over.

When he got to the side of the fort, he poked his head in and saw me under the mountain of pillows. He started to truly laugh when he saw me, which only made me blush.

"Looks like someone's feeling better today," Roman said, still laughing.

"Fight me," I growled, trying my best to scowl at him. It didn't work as well as I hoped, what with me being covered in pillows and all.

"Maybe later," he said as he worked to unbury me from the pillows. "But right now it's time for dinner."

A/N:

Y'all, I'm writing this out on a Google Docs before updating, and by the time I was finished writing this chapter, it was a little over 63 pages long. WHAT THE FRICK THIS IS THE LONGEST THING I'VE EVER WRITTEN EVER IN MY ENTIRE LIFE.

Anyways, quite a few of y'all were interested in the story behind the story, so here it is!!!

So, in late July, I created a few drafts for my Sanders Sides One Shots book. One of those drafts was for a Hanahaki Disease one-shot. 

I'd read a lot of Hanahaki one-shots before then, but I wanted to write one that was different from all the ones I'd read. 

So, I started writing, and my brain would not stop.

I got about 300 words in before I took a little break and went on Pinterest. It was then that I saw the image up top. 

When it said, "Imagine your OTP," my mind immediately went to Prinxiety and the Hanahaki one-shot I was writing. 

I put the image into the draft a few spaces down from the rest of the one-shot under a heading that said, "Sometime later in the hospital"

It was then that I realized that there was no way in heck that I would be able to limit this to a one-shot, so I made it into it's own book, and here we are now!!! (I've written out a scene that I want to happen quite a bit later, and it's just floating around on a piece of paper in my room)

Originally, I had no intention of having Virgil almost kill himself. It kinda just... happened. Like, I'll start writing a chapter without an outline or anything, and I just let the story write itself. 

I didn't think of Deceit being Virgil's best friend, he just came up to me and was like, "Yo, Virgil was my best friend, I need to defend him." So that's what prompted the giant rant in chapter 7. 

I didn't plan on Deceit laughing at Thomas being frustrated with his bangs in chapter 10, it just happened.

So, yeah, that's the story behind the story!

Until next time,

Take it easy guys, gals, and non-binary pals!!

~death_by_fanfic

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