Patton's POV
I start playing with the loose strings on my blanket, starring intently at it, blocking out the rest of the world. What will happen between Logan and I? Will he leave me?

Logan hates you, your fat. Who could like a fatty. He'll leave you. He never loved you.

Logan won't leave me... right? He hasn't left my side, he said he loves me, so why would he leave?

You have to many things wrong with you. He caught you cutting again, your starving yourself again. Your weak.

Yeah your right, Logan's always strong, emotionless. I wish I was devoid of emotions. Then I couldn't feel hurt, sad, or angry. I blink away tears, looking up. "We'll be ok..." everyone looks up at me, " it may take awhile, but we will get there." I say, hoping I sounded confident. Logan hugged me tightly, stroking my hair with his other hand. I hoped Logan wouldn't leave me, I wouldn't be able to cope if he did.

Who knows what could happen.

Virgil POV
I go to move the wheels so I could hug Patton as well, but I hiss in pain when I realize my arms are bleeding still from when I fell, I ignored it, going to roll up to patton, but Roman heard me. "Virgil?" He whispered, I tense up as he comes and stands in front of me, I couldn't hide my arms, the white bandages now deep red, "yes?" Roman looked deep into my eyes trying to decipher what's going on. I look down, I hated eye contact. He gently moved my head to face him, I avoided eye contact. "Virgil, love. Tell me what's wrong." He asked his voice full of loving concern. I raised my arms, looking behind Roman, making sure Patton couldn't see my arms. He couldn't, but looked at me, he tilted his head, giving me a sympathetic look. "Uhh Sorry padre, Logan, we have to go." Roman said standing up and turning me around, knowing I didn't want Patton to see, for being an idiot, Roman is caring.

I get wheeled out of the room and we go to the bathroom.

Roman POV
I open the door to the bathroom and push Virgil in, closing and locking the door behind him. He was already working on getting the bandages off. I help him, he was doing it poorly and hurting himself, I throw out the bloody bandages. I rinse and clean the cuts, Virgil hissing every now and then, I needed to grab more gauze so I went back to our room, leaving Virgil in the bathroom alone. I hurry.

I open the door to see Virgil stating colours, I quickly go to his side, dropping to my knees, I take both his shaking hands in mine. "Love, what's wrong?" He goes to speak, but hums harshly, sharply shaking his head, instead he takes his sweater off his shoulders going to each patch and peeling them back, each patch containing a different blood covered blade. He hands them to me and goes to put the patches back on. I hold them in shock, was he thinking of cutting? Probably. "Virgil, I'm gonna throw them out, ok?" He nods. I feel a big surge of happiness,

Virgil was getting better!

Virgil's POV
No.
Yes.
No.
Yes.
NO!
I shout in my mind, shaking slightly, I could feel a panic attack coming. The voice screamed to cut myself, I refused.

Oh but Virgil, it would be so easy. Your alone~ you have many blades hidden. You could quickly make lines, Roman wouldn't be able to tell.

I was about to give in, but I couldn't breath, I was having a panic attack. I try and calm down by stating colours, but the voice kept screaming at me to do it. I was going to give in when roman opened the door, quickly rushing over, taking my small hands in his. "Love, what's wrong?" I go to tell him that I was thinking about cutting, but I didn't trust my voice and ended up humming, shaking my head. Should I hand over my blades?

NO!

But it would help me. I would hopefully stop.

No. You will never stop cutting. Your weak, worthless, and unwanted. You'll only stop cutting when you die.

I mentally hit a wall, banging my fist mercilessly against it, I take off my sweater, taking out each blade handing them to roman. He stared at them in shock. The blades were slightly covered in blood from other times I've used them. He stands up and throws them out, for some reason I feel relief that he didn't flush them, I could still retrieve the blades.

I mentally slap myself, as Roman wraps my arms.

Why can't I get better?

Hey!! Sorry for the short chapter I wanted to get something out. I know I updated this yesterday but.... meh.

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