Trigger Warning: This chapter mentions being sick. I have a friend who hates that and the thought so I felt I should put this in case anyone else does too.

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~~Virgil~~

"Virgil!" Logan called from outside the security of my room. "Get out here now!"

You probably messed up again.

I walked into the lounge of Thomas' mind. Prince was sprawled across the couch acting as though death was about to take him. The drama queen.

Logic and Morality stood by the couch. "What's up with Roman?" I tried to act like I didnt care.

Truth is that I did care, when me and him accidentally held hands, I started getting these feelings. I talked to Patton about them as he is literally the heart with all his damn emotions. He told me it was because I was attracted to him. So yeah, he is the only one who knows. But I threatened him that he needed to keep quiet about it.

"Princey here is sick, kiddo." Patton replied. "So we're going to take turns in caring for him, switching every two days. That means you too, Virgil." I wanted to say that I'll look after him full time, but I know that things don't work like that. He can't know I like him.

He won't like you back.

"First to take care if him will be Logan, then you Virge and then me." Patton just smiled at me hopefully. I sighed and nodded.

Prince let out a groan. "This is awful! How can someone as incredible as I, become so ill!" I rolled my eyes.

"Virgil, can you please take over my turn to care for Roman these next two days? Thomas has events coming up that he needs my logical help with." My face was expressionless but eventually I gave in.

"Sure, whatever." Prince let out another groan accompanied by, "Whyyy not Patton?"

He hates you.

"Because I need Patton to assist me." Thats something knew. I decided not to read into it. "We will be heading to help Thomas, good luck."

You'll need it.

They faded out of the mind and into the physical world.

I strolled over to Prince and helped him to his feet. He was about a head taller than me, so he was able to comfortably lean on me. As he did so, my stomach did a backflip. "Ugh, everything hurts!"

I slowly took him over to his room, stopping in front of a light brown wooden door covered in vines and flowers. With a handle made of small gems.

He reached for the handle and slowly opened the door. All our rooms were the same however they had been decorated differently, as this was our home. Of course we all have a place deep in the mind which we go to when we don't want to be apart of Thomas' personality anymore, I went there once. Never, again.

You caused everyone to overload with anxiety.

Ever since that, Roman had been nicer to me. But anyway, these rooms, were a two room place and as you walked in, you would see a couch to the right, Roman's was red with gold cushions. Then as you went further into the room, it would elevate, only slightly so there was a small two step staircase, then there would be a queen sized bed with huge TV on the wall opposite it.

Roman's bed sheet was a sparkling silver, with a red duvet cover which had a big gold crown In the center of it. There was a chandelier that hung from the center of the room. His soft fluffy carpet was a cream colour. To the left of the enterance there was another door that led to the bathroom, I assumed it was as elegant as the rest of this place.

I helped him up the stairs and he laid down on his bed, I sat down next to him.

"Did Logan manage to tell you what you was sick with?" I asked trying to block out the awkward silence. Princey shook his head. "What's your symptoms then? I'll see if I can help." I was getting a little flustered but I tried not to let it show.

"Um okay, I have a huge headache and a sudden fever. All my muscles ache, and I'm exhausted but I have difficultly sleeping. I've lossed my appetite and-" he cut himself of as he made a mad dash for the bathroom.

As I could here him vomiting, I jogged to the bathroom. Both of his hands on either side of the seat as he continued to be sick into the toilet. I knelt next to him and rubbed his back, he was so warm.

When he finished he wiped his mouth with tissue and turned to me. "Nausea too." he attempted to smile. I'd honestly never seen Prince so weak.

"Wait here." He nodded. I stood up and trudged down to the kitchen, leaving his door open. I grabbed a glass and filled it with cold water.

When I got back, Prince was slumped against the side of his bed. His knees brought into his chest, he stared blankly looking down the tiny staircase. I passed him the glass over water, he took a small sip, before passing it back to me. Placing it on his bedside table I walked over to his TV.

"Would you like to watch a Disney movie?" I ask him, he looked over at me, he looked confused but had a small smile tugging at the edge of his lips.

"Sounds good." He muffled weakly as he wiped his face with a towel.

"Jungle Book?" I questioned. A favorite of mine.

He climbed into his bed under his duvet, taking another sip of his water and nodded his head once. Clicking his fingers he was instantly changed into pyjamas, they were silk and plain white.

As the familiar disney logo appeared on screen, I climbed onto his bed and laid down.

"You're going to fall of the bed, shuffle a bit closer." he laughed lightly. I did as he said. He chuckled and turned back to the movie.

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Once the movie had ended, my gaze drifted from the credits over to Princey who had fallen asleep. He genuinely looked adorable, his brown hair messy and hung slightly over his eyes. He was facing towards me clutching a pillow.

I headed towards the door, but before I left, I pulled the duvet further over him until it reached slightly passed his shoulder.

He'll never like you.

Especially the way you like him.

You're not good enough.

Bad thoughts swarmed my head again. I reached my bedroom and opened the door. Shutting it behind me, I headed to my bed, and crawled into the sanctuary of my plain black duvet cover.

Why would you ever think he'd like you?

Never. He couldn't. Who would?

You're a mess.

Tears began to drip from my eyes, smudging my eye shadow. Maybe I should talk to Patton about it?

Are you crazy!?

He'll laugh at you!

Bad idea! Idiot.

My tears fell harder as I pulled the duvet over my head, I put on my headphones to hear a familer song.

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But you really need to listen to me,
Because I'm telling you the truth,
I mean this, I'm okay!
(Trust me)

I'm not okay
I'm not okay
Well, I'm not okay
I'm not o-fuckung-kay!
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This song was a song I was listening to a lot recently. A favorite of mine, by My Chemical Romance.

I listened to my music, as I hid from the world. I'm truely, not okay.

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Credit to ABD Illustrates on YouTube for the great art. This is personally my favorite piece of fan art of the sanders sides and I thought it'd make a great start to this book. I hope you all enjoyed!

Cya :3