Trigger Warning: mentions of going numb from anxiety.

Virgil's P.O.V.
That day's video lasted way longer than I wanted it to. Logan and Patton left around five minutes before the video was over. To summarize, Princey explained what happened on our walk in the Imagination, then we figured out a loophole to break the curse. Now, if we're being honest, my body may have been there in that video but I sure was not. My thoughts were occupied with panic and confusion.
   
What did the Dragon Witch mean, I thought, 'or the effects of this will be far worse'? How could this possibly be any worse? I immediately regretted asking myself that question, as my thoughts spiraled into things I didn't want to think about. What if I completely lose my voice? What if I come down with some violent illness that I never recover from? What if.. what if I fade away? My breathing became ragged, and the next thing I knew I was in my room, curled up in a ball on top of my bed.

The realization that I had gone numb kicked in as I stood and looked around. Ok, I'm in my room, I'm by myself, my door is locked.. I continued onward for a minute or so, making myself fully aware of my surroundings. At last I felt a bit more secure and relaxed, sitting back down on my bed and checking my phone. I had a few notifications, one of which being a text from Patton.

'Plz remember to eat and shower before u go to bed, and don't stay up to late! You've got a big day tomorrow kiddo n I don't want u going on adventures when ur tired!' I wasn't very hungry at the moment, so I decided to shower first. Of course, only after spending ten minutes trying to pick what song I wanted to listen to. I've always had a pretty big music library, which always made picking one song very hard. Finally I decided on Far Too Young To Die by Panic! At The Disco, as it seemed a bit fitting to my circumstances and it had been a while since I heard that song.

But, when I stood once more and took a step towards the bathroom, I fell to the floor and yelled in pain. I remembered then that only two hours prior the giant arm of the Dragon Witch fell on my leg. That had been the first time I'd tried to walk on it since then, and it appeared Roman had been right when he said I may not be able to walk on it. I refocused my attention back to my leg, which had a pulsating pain shooting through it. I tried to stand, only to fall again and send more pain through my leg. Becoming very scared, I tried a second time to stand, and yet again falling painfully to the ground.

This time the pain was so agonizing that I let out a scream as I met the floor. In one single moment I thought to myself that I felt like an old man in a Life Alert commercial, as I had fallen multiple times and was couldn't get up. I cried softly on the ground, hoping I'd either come up with an idea to help myself or that someone would come to help me. It seemed the latter would be the thing to happen, as about ten seconds later I heard a knock on my door.

"Kiddo, you ok?" a muffled voice—which I recognized to be Patton's—asked urgently.

"I can't reach the door!" I sang through tears. There were some more muffled sounds and voices outside my door.

"Hold on, Virgil!" I heard Logan yell. Suddenly it sounded like my door had been busted open.

"Kiddo!" Patton yelled, rushing around my bed and onto the floor next to me. "What happened?" Not really wanting to sing, I pointed at my left leg. Behind Patton appeared Logan and Roman, the fanciful Side seeing me pointing and being the only one to know exactly what I meant.

"Patton, the Dragon Witch's arm landed on top of his leg when it died. I believe its weight may have crushed his leg." Patton nodded with understanding.

"We'll have to get Doctor to look at your leg, Virgil." Logan said. With the snap of his fingers, Doctor appeared at my side. Doctor is a robot, created with the purpose to take care of and heal injured Sides. Patton stepped away from me as Doctor began scanning my leg.

"The tibia has suffered a stable fracture due to trauma." Doctor said in his typical robotic and monotone voice. "This should take about a day to heal. Until then, put no pressure on the leg at all." A light on Doctor's head lit up bright yellow and suddenly a cast appeared on my leg, going from my thigh to my toes. Then, just as quickly as he appeared, Doctor disappeared.

"What were just about to do, Virgil?" Logan asked. I pointed to the bathroom and then rubbed my arm, trying to mimic rubbing soap on it.

"You were.. going to shower?" I nodded.

"Well, I believe that won't be happening right now. Would you like for us to lift you onto your bed?" I hesitated, but nodded again. Carefully, Patton slid his arms under my legs and Roman ran over to carry my torso. The two got me on my bed and gently let me go.

"Is this ok?" Patton asked. I gave him a thumbs up and he smiled his fatherly smile.

"Alright kiddo, we'll leave you be now. Call us if you need anything." I nodded one last time as the three sides left my room. I steadied my breathing and stopped my tears, all through means of my breathing technique. I noticed that the lock on the door was broken, the door slightly open because of its inability to close. With the snap of my fingers, the lock was fixed and the door was shut.

When I had done that I grabbed my phone once more. Far Too Young To Die was cued up, ready to be played and just waiting for me to hit play and turn up the volume. So that I did, scrolling down to see the lyrics since I couldn't remember them very well. After the forty-nine second musical intro, the lyrics began and so did I.
    
"I've never so adored you, I'm twisting allegories now, I want to complicate you, don't let me do this to myself," As I sang, my mind drove deeper into my thoughts. I wondered if I would ever receive true love's first kiss.
   
"I'm chasing roller coasters, I've got to have you closer now, endless romantic stories, you never could control me," Would anyone ever be able to tolerate me enough to love me? Even if they did, how long would they actually stay around? A month? Two months? Just a week?
   
"Well I never really thought that you'd come tonight, while the crown hangs heavy on either side," See, at that point in time I'd had a crush on a certain someone for around a month. 'Why not just go and kiss them and break the curse?' I can hear you asking now. Well, the curse said it can be broken with true love's first kiss not true crush's first kiss, and I certainly didn't love him. It may have been that I knew he didn't love me, or possibly that I was too scared to accept love, but I knew I didn't—or just couldn't—love him.
   
"Give me one last kiss while we're far too young to die, far too young to die, far too young to die," My fear that the worsened effects of the curse would mean death grew with those lyrics. Maybe, even if I didn't exactly love him, kissing him anyway would be the only way. Did he have to love me back? Did he have to at least like me at all? Because at the time I was fully certain he didn't. The rest of the song played out as my thoughts continued. As I had accidentally set it on repeat, Far Too Young To Die played over and over and over as I began to cry, eventually convincing myself that I was nothing more than hopeless.