[Warnings: Panic/Anxiety attacks, minor self-harm]

So I got a headcanon for Logan by listening to Thomas' new cover on repeat for like three hours. Enjoy this angst fest!

Logan's vision began to blur, fuck not now. He quickly stood up from the table and walked back upstairs without another word. His vision going in and out of focus, Patton tried to ask what was wrong, but Logan didn't reply, he didn't trust his voice at the moment. He got back to his room, locking his door and slumping against it. He looked up and his whole room seemed blurred and slightly spinning. He couldn't read the titles of the books on the shelf, he knew what they were, or at least he tried to remind himself of what they were.

He couldn't.

Suddenly, nothing seemed to make sense, everything was out of focus and spinning. He didn't know or remember where he was, he couldn't focus on anything, he felt like screaming but nothing came out of his mouth when he did. Books were now on the ground, wait were they?

No, they're still on the shelf, are they?? Everything he was seeing was just a mix of flashing images, half of them were what was real and half of them weren't. Nothing made any sense to him, he felt like he was chained to where he was on the ground, he couldn't stand he'd fall over if he did.

Everything he stood for was being stripped away from him. All logic and reason was gone from this situation, he wasn't able to apply any scrap of reason to this, all his thoughts were hazy and swirling in indecipherable fragments of words and sentences that didn't make sense when put together. He'd close his eyes hoping to be rid of the dizzying mess of flashing images, but that only made it worse, now none of the images being passed in front of him made any sense in the grand scheme of his situation. Different flashes of blurred memories he had, scenes Roman's made and shown to the others, but they didn't seem like memories, they seemed as if they were actually happening.

His eyes opened again, he tore his clouded gaze from the room around him, and down at his hands, were they shaking? Why? He's fine why are his hands shaking? He made his hands into fists, his nails digging a bit into his palms. His hands stopped shaking, that helped, that was helping. Now he forcefully dug his nails into his hand, thinking it'll help.

The room sluggishly stopped spinning, his vision began to fade back into focus. Everything was making sense to him again, the disarray he thought his room was in was false. His room was neat and tidy just how he left it. He sighed unclenching his fists again, wincing slightly as he felt the marks in his palms. He stood up, unlocked his door and walked out, trying not to let on how unstable and sick he felt. As he got to the bottom of the stairs, he saw Roman and Patton on the floor comforting Virgil, who seemed to have just calmed down from an anxiety attack.

Virgil glanced up seeing Logan there again, his eyes flickered with a mix of anger and hurt, "Where the hell were you?!?" Logan received glares from both Roman and Patton. "You calm Virgil down more than any of us and you just leave!" Roman snapped.

Logan sighed, he had nothing to offer or any excuse to give.

He just hated it when Thomas had an anxiety attack because all logic and reason becomes unclear.