"He's sick?"

Morality nodded, Logic scoffed.

The teacher like personality was still very peeved at Anxiety, last week had to be Thomas' worst attack yet, the boy almost needed to go to the hospital because of it!

No Logic wasn't quite ready to forgive the other, like always, he had gone too far and him being sick? Likely and excuse to keep avoiding Thomas.

After all, he didn't so much as check to see if his host was alright, he was obviously guilty, it was probably the reason Thomas wouldn't speak about the "incident".

Thomas himself was reeling.

"Anxiety's sick?" he repeated.

Morality nodded again, "kiddo has a bad fever, Prince is staying with him"

"Did he tell you what caused it?"

Dad shook his head, "I wish he could, he was unconscious when we found him.

Thomas swallowed thickly, Anxiety was sick, was it his fault? Was it because of the incident? Things went too far and too fast, they-they nearly died that day. Sure he didn't really like the guy, but deep down he knew that Anxiety only wanted to protect him, just like any of the others, just like that day.

"Thomas? Thomas are you alright?"

Logic's concerned voice snapped him away from that train of thought.

"Yeah, we can't have both of you falling sick on us, now can we?" Morality chuckled, but Thomas could hear the emptiness behind it.

He knew the parental personality was worried, it was quite obvious, but the boy said nothing, Morality was doing his best to lighten the mood, too bad it didn't work.

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Anxiety tossed his head gently against his pillow, he grunted once or twice before waking with a near silent gasp. The first thing he noticed when he opened his eyes, was red.

Instantly his mind went into panic, he was still there, his forehead was cold and he couldn't see past the blurry red, he could only guess that it was blood, Thomas' blood, his head was spinning, his vision was spotted and whatever he had eaten was threatening to come back up.

Groaning slightly Anxiety tried to lift his head up, obviously Thomas was still alive, a personality couldn't live without their host after all, but he needed to see how much damage his mistake caused.

He was sure it would be one that would scar him forever.

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"I think he's faking it-"

It had been a couple hours since Morality gave Thomas and Logic the news.

Thomas was long gone, mumbling something about being tired as he trudged upstairs, leaving two personalities in the living room, that was around 1:00pm, it was 3:43 now.

"Really Logic? Thomas has splendid acting ability and by default so do all of us, but I highly doubt that Anxiety is that good of an actor".

Morality rolled his eyes at the other personality.

Logic opened his mouth to argue but Dad cut him off before he could speak, "he's sick and it's worrying me, you've heard the stories of those personalities"

This time Logic rolled his eyes, "come on Morality it's been a week, there's no way he's fading, and besides those are just stories they tell personalities and emotions to keep them relevant and under control"

"But Depression-"

"Is a disease, a disorder"

"Well the 'normals' call partial manifestation a disorder too"

"MPD is such an ugly thing to call the 'partials', majority of them are wonderful, as are their personalities, and the 'viewers' tend to be really nice too- wait a minute, we weren't discussing the types of humans Morality-"

"No we weren't, because if we were, you wouldn't have forgotten the most important type of human, Thomas!", Morality chuckled a bit.

Which in turn caused Logic to roll his eyes again but he had a small smile, "Yes, the 'manifestors', just like our Thomas are quite special, but there are very few of them, I've always wondered why there were less of them than-"

"That's because they ignored an emotion or personality and it almost faded so it accidentally killed it's host-"

Logic threw his hands up.

"Oh for the love of- he's not fading Morality-"

"I know that, all I'm saying is that he's sick and I'm worried about him"

"And I'm saying that he's faking it because he's guilty of whatever he did to Thomas last week-"

"You haven't even seen him yet Lo-"

"And that is exactly my point, I haven't seen him, not for the entire week I was at Thomas' side, and because I haven't seen him, I don't believe he's sick"

The Teacher crossed his arms, the Dad sighed.

"Logic I know that makes sense to you, but it also doesn't make sense either, you haven't seen him, you didn't feel the heat that was coming off his skin, he's pale-"

"It's Anxiety, he's always pale-"

"That's not what I meant! His bags were so dark, I don't even think he's wearing eye shadow-"

Logic sighed, sometimes Morality could be such a- a parent, "what you're describing sounds like a case of insomnia and a high fever-"

"Exactly, it shouldn't be so hi-"

"If it's just a fever why are you so worried?"

"Because..." Morality's head lowered.

Logic raised a brow.

"Because?"

The other looked up.

"Because he was scared"

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He was positive they flipped, and he was pretty sure he was lying in a pool of blood, he slowly, shakily and carefully lifted himself to look at his surroundings.

The second he lifted his head a blue- thing flashed in front of his eyes and he jolted back.

Now with his head up higher, dizzy as all hell but he could see that following the red was...white?

There was no way that was Thomas, he ate too messily to wear white, come to think of it, the only person who wore white- he pulled himself into a semi stable sitting position on his knees, and followed the blurry red and white all the way up to brown- was Prince.

Frowning Anxiety tried to piece together his muddled mind trying to figure just what exactly was going on.

He thought back, he remembered- well the blood was hard to forget. His stomach lurched.

Wait, he didn't eat anything the day of the incident, or any day after, so why? - It hit him, it hit him hard.

Clutching his head as his memories flashed behind his eyes at blinding speed, he remembered what happened in the kitchen, there was blood there too, how he went to the commons, he remembered the cookies he ate, he remembered waiting for Thomas, but that's all he could remember, did he pass out?

His stomach lurched again.

Seeing as how Prince was there, he surmised that the other had brought him in and stayed with him, the blue thing was a cold rag, apparently it had fallen off his forehead and onto the sleeping personality's chest.

Anxiety grimaced, so he had a fever? Great, just one more thing to add to this crappy week- oh no wait, the cookies were coming back up.

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"He was scared of what Morality?"

"I don't know, but I have never seen him like that before-"

Logic gave a sigh of concession to his fellow personality, "fine", he rolled his eyes, "take me to him then".

When Logic and Morality had reached Anxiety's room, the first thing they saw was Anxiety on the floor, heaving out his existence into a small silver bucket, Prince was behind him, holding his bangs and rubbing soothing circles on his back, all while whispering what was no doubt comfort words to the other.

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Not a few minutes prior, Anxiety was on the bed, hand clamped to his mouth, his head was spinning even more, and his stomach was doing flips, he was sure that if didn't have his mouth covered, Prince's white suit, wouldn't be so white anymore.

Blurry spotted vision somehow locked on to a small silver bucket and Anxiety's entire body seemed to head for it.

He would have fallen face first with how his legs gave out beneath him but Prince caught him in the nick of time and slowly eased him to the ground.

Initially, two hands clamping onto him had caused Anxiety to jump, but Prince easily reassured him.

"Sorry, you were falling", he mumbled out the apology as he brought the silver bucket closer to the darker personality.

Swallowing thickly, Anxiety removed his hand from mouth and spit into the bucket.

" 'ts fine"

It didn't matter that he swallowed, the saliva in his mouth filled right back up and his stomach lurched again.

"It's not, I should not have fallen asleep"

Anxiety groaned as his stomach lurched again.

"Don' worry 'bout 't, 'is not your fau-", he heaved.

Prince was trying to comprehend the other's slurred words, when the sound and acrid smell of retching filled the air.

Wincing, he moved behind Anxiety, pushing back his sweat soaked bangs with one hand and rubbing circles on his back with the other.

"It's alright, you're going to be just fine"

After about five minutes and three more for dry heaving, Anxiety's stomach finally let him be.

He slumped, leaning on Prince for support, far too exhausted to hold himself.

"Here"

The two jumped, neither had noticed Dad appear, he gave Anxiety a bottle of water and Prince some paper towels.

Anxiety rinsed the taste of bile from his mouth, spitting it into the bucket while Prince was wiping the sweat off his face.

Once finished, Morality took the bucket away and ruffled his hair.

"You should go back to bed kiddo"

Anxiety, who was now almost completely leaning on his opposite, tiredly nodded and slowly began to rise.

Prince made sure to help him but when Anxiety tripped, on the sheet perhaps, he ended up pulling both of them down on the bed.

The fanciful personality huffed, looks like he'd be playing pillow for a while longer, moving a bit, the royal boy positioned them back to how they were before.

Anxiety couldn't complain, Prince made a rather comfy pillow, but he still felt bad.

" Srry Princey"

He had said it so lowly that even though he was right there, Prince almost missed it.

"It's fine, how did you- Anxiety? Of course", sighed Prince, the darker personality had passed out once more.

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Logic had been standing at the doorway the whole while but neither of the boys noticed.

He almost felt guilty for being so harsh on his fellow personality, almost, he always crossed the line at Thomas.

He stared at the two on the bed, watching how Anxiety clutched tightly onto the chest he was laying on and how Prince just calmly began treading his fingers through his hair until his grip slackened.

He didn't register when Morality returned back to his side, after having brought back a now washed and clean bucket.

As he was still observing the two, Logic couldn't help but mutter under his breath.

"So he really is Sick".

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AN//: Thank you guys so much, i was a bit nervous with how the first chapter went but you guys made me feel a lot better with all your positive feed back .^_^.

I'm definatley continuing this, and i'm working on the next chapter right now ;)