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~Your POV~

Roman: "...7...8...9...10...11...12..."

   I was determined to win the game.  I won't loose!

Roman: "...17...18...19..."

   But my competator seems to feel the same.  But, I mean, he's my boyfriend.  He wouldn't resort to dirty or drastic means to make me cringe and back off, therefore loosing.  At least, that's what I thought till he licked my nose.  I backed off in disgust.

You: "Ugh! Virgil!!"

Roman: "Hm, 37 seconds goes to Virgil."

Virgil: *Triumphant smirk* "Haha"

You: "You cheated!!"

   Virgil walks up to me and wraps his arms around my waist pulling me towards him.  I wipe my nose as he speaks.

Virgil: "Technically, there are no rules, sweetheart.  Try again."

   I grumble as he kisses my forehead, which is red from pressing it against his own.  Patton fake coughs and Roman speaks up.

Roman: "Alright, alright, lovebirds, enough.  Panic! at the Everywhere, check your phone. It's beeping.

   Virgil checks his phone, then proceeds to tell us all that the pizza we ordered was ready for pick up.  I offer to get it and stood up.  Virgil threw me my jacket as I walked towards the door, Patton following saying he'd watch me pull out, and make sure I was safe.  Thomas threw me his keys so I could take his car.  I turn out the door, but miss a step, tripping and falling till I land face-first on the concrete.  I feel a searing pain in my leg, and cuts burn on my face.  My vision goes blurry and I groan as I hear Patton scream.  I feel the others presence, and hear them calling my nae, but it was muffled.  Everything goes dark.

*Time Skip brought to you by Falsehoods and edginess*

   I wake up in a bed.  My foot and leg fell tingly.  I hear muffled speech, then:

Thomas: "Shh! Guys! She's coming around!"

   I wince as I sit up, my foot coming back to life with a shot of pain.  My panicky boyfriend shoot up, hair messy and eye shadow extra dark.

Virgil: "y-y/n! Are you okay? Does your leg hurt?"

   Logan stands up while Roman (with similarly messy hair, and... mascara running down his face?) grabs Virgil by the arm and tells him to stop pestering me.  Virgil shakes him off and grabs my hand, squeezing it, like he's trying to comfort me, but in reality, I'm 3000% sure he's trying to calm his oncoming panic attack.

You: "Yeah, I'm fine.  W... what happened?"

   Everyone looks at Patton, who is so overcome with emotion he starts to cry.  Logan looks over in disgust at Patton, muttering something like "ugh, feelings", then comes to stand next to calmly stand next Virgil, ready to explain with his big boi brain.

Logan: 'Simply, you tripped."

(A/N: ... Excuse me)

You: "I know that, but why am I in the hospital if I just tripped!?"

Logan: "Oh, well you weren't responding to us, you had hurt your hand trying to catch yourself from the fall, which is sprained.  Similarly, you hurt your leg in the same attempt of catching yourself from the fall, which it broken.  When hitting your head your pupils had become dilated, which made us believe you had a concussion, which you gladly do not, and-."

You: "Okay! I get it! I'm broken! Thanks 'Lolo'!"

Logan: "Please don't call me that."

   I looked down at right arm and leg trying to move my fingers and toes, but to no avail.  I glance at everyone, and finally decide to converse about the elephant in the room.

You: "So Princess Roman, are you wearing mascara?"

  We all laugh as Roman goes red, looking in a nearby mirror and wiping his face.  He, you can break me, world, but I still have my humor.

(A/N: That really was a bad joke on my part)

*Time Skip brought to you by boring car rides and Roman Singing*

   The hospital gave me a crutch so I can walk.  I was to keep my arm brace on for a week and my leg cast was on for a month and a half.  They gave me a prescription for pain meds.  I had to hop up the stair to my room on one foot while someone carried my crutch upstairs, making sure I don't fall.  The first week was difficult, as my right arm was my dominant (A/N: if it's not, you can change it), so I needed help with everything.  But the second week I was able to do more, with only a little pain.  But that was the least of my worries.  I was naturally a "lone wolf", so any troubles I had were for me to deal with..... NOT WHEN YOU LIVE IN A HOUSE WITH 5 OTHER PEOPLE!!!  It's like this: Roman wants to help with this, Patton wants to help with that, Virgil give me extra (and too much) affection, Logan yells at everyone for pestering me, but pesters me in turn with a physical therapy and medication scheduled, and Thomas comforts me through it all, knowing how stressed I get.

   It was mid-afternoon and we were chilling on the couch trying to decide what to have for dinner.  We decided on sushi and Virgil starts writing down what each person wants.  He turns to me.

Virgil: "And what would you like, Love?"

You: "Hm? Oh uh.... just get me as many California roles as you think I can handle."

Virgil: "Okay, Hun."

   I look around at everyone, then stand up shakily, leaning on my crutch, and causing startled looks in my direction.  I can almost smell the anxiety wafting off of Virgil.

Patton+Roman: "What are you doing?!"

You: "Going to the kitchen for a drink."

Patton: "No need!  Let us help you!"

Logan: "Guys, I do not believe y/n needs our assistance."

Roman: "NONSENSE! The princess needs our help!"

You: "It's fine boys, I can handle myself."

   I started moving forward but was intercepted by Patton.

Patton: "But-."

You: "I don't need your help, Patton!"

   I look at Patton who seemed shocked, and only then did I realize that I shouted.  Everyone looks at me with similar shocked looks, but I didn't care.  I felt guilty as I looked at Patton, who had tears welling up in his eyes, daring to spill.  I step forward.

You: "Pat, I'm sor-."

Patton: "Just... don't."

   He walks to the couch and sits next to Logan, holding his legs to his chest, tears streaming down his face.  I officially hate myself (yeah, you better).  I just made Patton, the first one to accept me in this house, who wakes me up every morning almost promising to make it a better day than the last.... I just made him cry.  I look away from everyone and try my best to walk upstairs, tripping as I go.  I hear Patton sob as I close the door to my own and Virgil's shared bedroom.  It only made me hate myself more.  I fling my crutch to the other end of the room and sink down on the floor next to the bed.  I feel terrible.  I start thinking of the consequences for that... Will the others hate me now?  I can't take it anymore.  Tears in my eyes, I open the bed side drawer and shift things around till I find Virgil's old pocket knife.  I pull it out, rolling up my sleeve as I go.  I open the knife and bring it to my skin, slicing a deep cut into my wrist.  I fling the knife as I watch blood pour from the wound, just as the door opens.  Virgil stands at the door.  I stand up, panicked.

Virgil: "y-y/n? Are you okay? I heard a lot of bang-."

   He looks from the bloody knife on the floor, to me, then looks down at my wrist.  I can't take the stress anymore.  I sink to the floor again, sobbing.  Virgil sits next to me, wrapping his arms around me.  I, now sobbing uncontrollably, clutch the side the sides of his jacket, getting blood on him.  He tries to calm me down, but was having a hard time being heard, so he detaches me from him, leaving the room, only t come back seconds later with the first-aid kit.  When he sits down, he gently pulls my arm to him and starts cleaning my cut.  He tells me to do a simple breathing exercise, and I was doing well, until he brought the rag covered in rubbing alcohol to my wound.  I squeaked, tears filling my eyes again, falling.  He simply looks up, and wipes my tears whispering to me.

Virgil: "I'm sorry, Hun, I know it hurts, but I've got to."

   I nod, looking away, not wishing to meet his eye.  Ashamed.  He finishes putting bandages on my arm, keeping it loose, but secure, and pulls my sleeve down.  I pull my arm away with a mumbled thanks.  He gives a sad smile, arm on my shoulder.

Virgil: "No problem.  Now can you please explain why you did that?"

You: Which?  The arm or... yelling at Patton?"

Virgil: *smirks* "Let's do both."

   I take a deep breath.

You: "I'm just tired of it."

Virgil: "Be specific.  Tired of what?"

You: "Of everyone thinking I can't take care of myself!  I mean, sure, everyone is worried, and yeah, I'm hurt, but I'm not in a full body cast, am I?  And it's not like I'll die getting a drink from the kitchen."

   I wait for Virgil to say something, but when he doesn't, I keep going.

You: "I get that you all wan to help me, but I don't need help doing every little thing, or a schedule for everything.  And Virgil, as much as I love you, all this extra affection is too much for me."

Virgil: "So it's not just Patton.  He just got caught in the wrath.  You are made at everyone.  Even me."

You: "Sorry."

Virgil: "Not a problem.  Continue."

You: "Well, when I yelled at Patton, I felt terrible.  Even if I got away from everyone, it haunted me."

   I stand up, leaning against the wall, prepared to retrieve my crutch and the knife.  Virgil, almost got up to help me, but upon seeing my look, stops.

You: "I came up here, and kept thinking you all would hate me for it.  It eventually got to me, and..."

   I made it to the crutch and knife, and pick up both, wiping the blade on my black pants, closing it, and throwing it on the bed.  I then walk an easier journey to the bed and sit down.  Virgil stands momentarily, then sits on the bed next to me, putting an arm around my shoulder.

Virgil: "Well, none of us hate you.  In fact, Thomas told us how you felt.  That's the main reason I came up here.

You: "I-...I still feel bad..."

Virgil: "Don't.  Patton doesn't brood on anything lon-.... at all..."

   Speak of the cinnabun, Patton appears in the door way, informing us that sushi is here.

Virgil: "Okay, Dad."

   Virgil exits but Patton stays, looking at me from the doorway with a smile on his face.

Patton: "You coming, kiddo?"

You: "Yeah, but hold on a sec, Pat."

   I rise and walk to Patton, then pull him into a big hug.  Tears run down my face.

You: "Pat, I'm so so so sorry I yelled at you!"

Patton: "It's okay! Really! Thomas told us how you really felt and I must say, I'm sorry for stressing you out! But can I ask why there is a knife on the bed? And the first-aid kit? And why is your arm wrapped up?"

   I let go, red in the face, and usher him away from the door, saying it was nothing.  We went downstairs and I was met with apologies.  I forgave everyone and said my sorry in turn, and sat to eat dinner.  After I went upstairs, I could hear the others talking about my arms.  Virgil told them.  I was kinda scared to face them tomorrow, but was too tired to care.  That night I cuddled with my boyfriend till I fell asleep.

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A/N: Super Long!!! Took me a week to write.  Hope you enjoyed it!  Comment and vote pls!

Starting something new.  I'm gonna ask everyone a question and you comment the answer.

Today's question: Which side (Dark Sides, Light Sides, Remy and Picani are all acceptable answers) do you think you are most like?

I am Remy.

And Lastly, stay safe and don't get sick!