Logan's POV
when I woke up I look at the clock 11:12 am. I look down at Patton And run my hand through Patton's soft hair. He was so cute when he was asleep, And when he was awake. He was just a bundle of adorableness. I hug him tighter and kiss the top of his head, mumbling "I love you. So much." He hummed, waking up, " I love you to." I didn't mean for him to hear me, but i didn't mind that he did.

Sunlight was streaming through the window. Today will Hopefully be a better day.

But I had a feeling I was wrong.

Romans POV
We had cried ourselves to sleep, Virgil curled up in my lap. Logan hasn't returned. It's late morning some time after eleven. I feel a small surge of happiness when I remember that we were heading home in a few days. I kiss the top of Virgil's head, it smelling like perspiration and an earthy forest smell, he smelled like heaven.

Virgil starts mumbling things, then he started getting louder, I try and calm him down, I hug him not tightly though, he wiggles around, getting faster and faster, "Virgil! Virgil dear wake up!" he started crying, and whimpering "no" over and over again.

He screamed and shot up, hitting me in the face slightly. "I-I-I-I'm s-s-Sorry." He whimpered, and crawled tentatively back into my lap, he curled up just as the door opened, a red haired nurse was standing their holding two trays.
" your awake!" She exclaimed "good morning! And here's some food, eat up!" She said with a smile, and walked out. Virgil took the crackers and nibbled on them, occasionally drinking the orange juice. I ate the whole breakfast, toast, crackers, berries, and orange juice. It was good, considering it was hospital food.

After eating Virgil said he had to use the washroom, he got up and went inside, I called and said if he tried anything I would barge in, the door had a lock but I wouldn't let him close the door, my foot blocking it.

Luckily he didn't try anything, and we went back to cuddling.

Logan's POV
I look at the door when I hear it open. A Brown haired nurse stood their
" here's some food." At set the trays down sloppily. I gently nudge Patton to wake him up, " Patton breakfast is here" I whisper, he was still waking up and I didn't want to scare him. "I'm
n-not hungry." I immediately tense up. He's obviously lying, "Patton please eat. You haven't eaten in awhile" I say, trying to keep a pleading tone out of my voice. "No. I'm not h-hungry." He says sternly, looking longingly at the food. He licked his lips and bit his lip, shaking his head he muttered, " I'm not hungry, I'm not eating." I sigh and move to the foot of the bed, sitting criss cross with the tray in front of me. "Patton please eat." I plead. he stares down at his lap, arms crossed. I open the orange juice and hold it out to him, he takes it with shaking hands, he looks at the label before drinking. I hold out berries to him, he slowly and carefully takes three and ever so slower chews on them, swallowing while grimacing. I smile and nudge the tray closer to him, then eat my food, I was starving.

And Patton was starving himself.
Again.

Virgil's POV
I nibble on the crackers, they tasted bland, I sip the orange juice, it's tasteless. I sigh when I feel the pressure in my stomach, signalling I needed to use the bathroom. I get up roman saying something about "don't try anything" and held the door partially open with his foot. I didn't try anything, all though I thought about it.
I cuddle with him again, feeling nothing. Silent tears fall down my face, Roman never noticed.

Normally I would get up and cut. But I'm not home, and Roman won't let me leave his side. I accidentally audibly groan, my skin itching to feel the cool blade across my skin. Roman stops stroking my hair, " what's wrong, love?" I debated whether I should tell the truth.

" sorry, my ankle hurts" I look up at him and fake a pained smile, gently rubbing at the cast, securing the lie. He nods understandably and holds me closer.

This time I didn't cry, I couldn't, all I wanted was to cut. Cutting was like a drug for me. And I was addicted. I used to be worried that I would never stop.

For once I wasn't worried.

Patton's POV
I look at him I couldn't eat. He was just finishing his orange juice, once he set the cup down he nudged the tray closer to me, I just scoffed, hoping it would cover the look in my eye, I was starving, the food looked decent, surely it wouldn't hurt to take a bite?

It will make you fat, you can't eat! You know this Patton. I've told you many times before~

I whimper at this voice. I didn't like this voice. But it was right. I would get fat.

Fatter you mean.

I couldn't take it anymore, hearing the cold voice snake it's way into my thoughts again, scared me. I start crying.

Baby Patton's crying! Such a weak, fat, useless human. Scared of me? Why I'm your oldest, and only friend,

I'm your anorexia.

Logan's POV
Patton starts to cry, I quickly move the trays away and hold him, soon I crawl under the blanket and run my hand through his hair, whispering sweet nothings in his ears, occasionally kissing his face.

After about 45 minutes of crying Patton calms down, "s-Sorry." I lift his face up making him face mine, " hey, hey, hey, it'll be okay. Just please don't listen to the voice, I know it's difficult, but you've done it before!" I kiss him, " I believe in you." He gives me a watery smile. "I love you." Patton mumbles "I love you to," I pause and bite my lip looking down to my right, still looking down I say "Patton will... will you be my boyfriend?" I wince, awaiting his response. He raises his bandaged arm and moves my head so I look at him, he kisses me, he barely pulls away, "yes, I would love to be your boyfriend."

I feel relief. But also fear.

Virgil's POV
I shift around, wanting to walk around, I was allowed to walk but not for very long, I also needed either a wheel chair or crutches. "Roman I wanna walk around, I'm tired of just laying around. I wanna get exercise." I whine, secretly hoping I could sneak off and find something sharp, also I was sitting for awhile and feared I gained a couple of pounds, hoping maybe, just maybe I could walk a pound off.

Roman nodded, getting up going to grab the wheel chair, " no roman, I-... I wanna walk..." he opened his mouth to argue, I cut him off, " please." I plead, looking deeply into his eyes, ignoring the slight discomfort of looking someone directly in the eyes.

He nods slowly, closing his mouth, he grabs my crutches and we start to walk around the hospital. Looking around at the decorations, joking around, and sometimes we just lapped around the hospital in comfortable silence, it was nice.

To nice.

We stop in front of Thomas room and I look in, my eye wasn't so swelled up so I could open it, and see that Patton was in the bed with Logan, Patton's arm were wrapped up with gauze, I could see the blood seeping through. I start to think the worst, ' did he cut himself? 'did I influence him? Did I do something to make him do this?' I was hyperventilating, Roman hugged me the best he could, the crutches stood in the way. I look up again at Patton and see that one tray was empty and the other, full, I immediately think that he was starving himself, I mean he is thin, very thin, but that doesn't mean he's starving himself, right?

All the questions whirling around my head make it harder to breath, Roman walks me back to our room, setting me down on the bed. I was shaking, Roman puts my crutches down and hugs me, whispering sweet nothings in my ear, I soon fall asleep, thoughts of Patton swirl in my head.

I was scared, Patton, the happy, bubbly side, could be cutting and starving himself. And it could be my fault.

This shocking thought only makes the urge to cut worse.

I don't know how long I'll be able to fend off the urge.

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