We Want To Be Normal SEQUEL{Sanders Sides Super Hero AU}

Chater 36

TW: Hospital Setting, Prision Setting (kind of), Mentions of Car accidents, Mentions of Inuries, Mentions of Past Injuries, Mentions of Anxiety Attacks, Mentions of Not Sleeping, Mild Language warning. 

In the endnote there is a very brief mention of suicide.

Also, sorry for that surprise Hiatus there.

Day Two | Sunday | November 26th

Logan woke to the smell of severely watered-down coffee and the unmistakable scent of a hospital room. The air wreaked of cleaning supplies, antiseptic, and a terribly artificial citrus fruit smell that had been sprayed to cover up the undeniably familiar scent of the setting but was failing terribly. The room was cold, the bed he laid on was not comfortable. The sounds of people milling about in the hall outside the room, the swoosh of the air conditioner, and the buzzing of the annoyingly bright fluorescent lights rang in his ears.

He wasn't wearing his glasses, he figured that out as soon as he opened his eyes. Everything was blurry, everything, Logan had been cursed with absolutely terrible eyesight. He was both far and nearsighted, and doing anything without his glasses could easily result in an injury. That's how terrible his eyes sight was. So yes, it was pretty easy to figure out his glasses were missing.

A moment passed where he was simply staring at the blurry ceiling above him, trying to figure out what had happened and why he was here. His head felt heavy and fuzzy, his whole body felt slightly numb and... Logan looked at his arm and was displeased but not surprised to see the blurry shape of an IV going into him, he followed the small plastic tube to the bag next to his bed. He suppressed a sigh. Logan had only been injured enough to be put on an IV twice before this. Once when he was eleven and fell off the roof trying to stargaze (resulting in a very broken arm, a terrible concussion, and a stern lecture from his mother and Jason) and the year before when he and the others had been freed from the basement. And even then, Logan had very adamantly refused to allow the doctors to drug him. (For that's what it was in one of its simplest forms) The drug made his brain sluggishly slow and made him feel stupid, a feeling that Logan would absolutely not tolerate.

Logan moved his head in search for his glasses, and maybe even a call nurse button, when his eyes landed on a slightly familiar blur. "Roman?" He asked before breaking into a fit of coughs that made his chest burn with pain. His throat was surprisingly hoarse and dry, he hadn't been prepared for that. How long had he been asleep? And why had his chest hurt that much while coughing?

"Logan!?" The blur exclaimed in Roman's voice, "Damn it, where did Patton put my crutches?" the blur whispered before looking at Logan again, "Hold on, don't pass out again."

"I'll do my best," he quipped as he watched the blur struggle to get out of what Logan assumed was another hospital bed and attempt to use the desk between them to support themselves. It didn't work and they crumpled to the ground as soon as both legs touched the ground. The blur let out a stream of Disney-themed curses- definitely Roman- before somehow managing to get to their feet and finish the short five-foot distance to Logan's hospital bed.

"Sup Nerd?"

"I have multiple questions for you, the first being do you happen to know where my glasses and the rest revolving on where we are and why." 

The blur frowned- or at least it looked like they frowned- "You don't remember?" They asked.

"I remember plenty of things, I'm going to need a little more clarification on what you are referring to."

The blur opened their mouth- from Logan's perspective a dark hole- but before they could answer another blur entered the room, "Roman what are you doing out of bed, you have a broken leg sit ba- Logan!" Before Logan could even react the second blur was at his side and had embraced him in one of the most painful hugs he's ever had. Logan wheezed in pain and it took an extreme amount of effort not to scream, curse, or push the second blur away from him. This was probably only due to the familiar smell of strawberries, vanilla, and fresh-baked cookies of which all combined to create Patton's original scent, and the feeling of soft curly blond hair pressing against him. "OhmygoodnessIcan'tbelieveyoufinallywokeupIwasso worried!" The blur said before pulling away from Logan to look him in the eyes and scold him- Logan theorized it would've been much more effective had he been wearing his glasses- "Don't you ever scare us like that again! Do you know how fricking worried I was about you!?! If you ever get this hurt ever again I will take away all your Crofters forever!" And then, the second blur had gone right back to squeezing him again.