Take a Breather

Hush

I apologize if this is bad. 

Dear Zani, who sent me a discord message regarding this fic, I highly suggest you stop reading here and shield yourself from my cringe writing. You have been warned. 

Anyways, BeeAndBooAndMichael sorry for the tag but I wanted to make sure people knew that you have a much better quality oneshot book of Logan angst and the occasional fluff.

Cross posted on Archive of Our Own under the name Toasty_toast

Sorry for the ramble, on to the kind of dumb story I actually put effort into. Yay!

~

Logan rose up into the living room to find the rest of the sides arguing. It was not all that surprising, seeing as there had been at least one argument per day for the past week. In Logan's opinion, the impetus for this argument was something fairly trivial, and it did not require a full-on debate to settle. Honestly, who needs to debate over whether or not someone should eat a cookie? Even so, he wondered why he had not been summoned there sooner. If they were going to include both deceit and intrusive thoughts in a quarrel over cookies, they could have at least considered inviting logic. From the looks of it, this argument had lasted for at most 15 to 20 minutes.

He sighed, beginning to speak. "If someone could explain to me what is going on, perhaps we could settle this-" He was immediately cut off by Janus, who promptly said, "Your input is definitely needed right now, Logan." Janus snapped his fingers and forced Logan's hand to cover his mouth. Logan tried his best to get it off but to no avail. Janus turned away and rejoined the argument with the other sides, which had escalated into something very different from cookies.

Logan watched them and waited for when Janus would let him speak. Janus never let it continue for more than a minute. He wasn't cruel, so Logan would eventually be able to speak again. All he had to do was wait. But it never happened. Logan assumed Janus was far too distracted by the other sides. He was beginning to feel a bit dizzy. The hand over his mouth covered his nose as well; it restricted both his breathing and his speech.

This was beginning to become concerning.

The logical answer would be to try and get someone's attention, preferably Janus. But Janus was too far away. Maybe he could reach Virgil instead.

His vision was getting fuzzy, black spots dancing around the edges, and the meager scraps of air he managed to get were far from enough to support him. He wanted to move and he wanted to get help but he was just so tired. His legs were trembling and his lungs burned, begging him to take a breath. But that wasn't possible.

Logan wondered if he would die that day. Could sides even die? What would it be like? To die? How long would it take? Would the lack of oxygen cause long term issues if it didn't kill him? Perhaps a new logic would come to replace him after a while. Would anyone even notice?

As the seconds ticked by and Logan felt more and more lightheaded he realized that either no one had noticed or they didn't care enough to comment. He was vaguely aware of the tears trickling down his face.

The sounds reverberating through the room from the other sides faded into the background until they were nothing more than a mere whisper. He could no longer focus on anything or anyone. The world had blurred into a mass of colors and amorphous figures. His thoughts were reduced down to just an urge to breathe. Logan leaned against the wall and barely registered when Virgil turned to look at him. Any sense of calm he had left was torn to shreds by an onslaught of panic. He let out a quiet whimper and the darkness started closing in. The colors swirled and dulled, telling him to succumb to his tiredness, that it would be okay. So he did; he let the empty darkness of the void consume him. His last thought was whether or not the other sides retained the knowledge of how to perform CPR. Then his world went black and he crumpled to the floor.

Logan hadn't noticed when Virgil called his name, nor did he hear the distorted scream that followed his collapse. He didn't see when the other sides rushed over to his unmoving body, or when Janus's expression contorted into one of guilt at his pale face and blue tinted lips. He didn't feel when his hand was pulled from his face, or when someone else's tears dripped onto his face.

All he knew was the inky darkness that surrounded him. It was as though he were sinking in a pitch black ocean covered by a layer of ice, slowly drifting through its endless expanse. The thought of this should have terrified him but he felt abnormally calm. No, calm wasn't the right word. It was more like empty. There was something telling him that everything was okay, that he was okay, while a horrible cold seeped into his body. A cold that chased away his feelings, his care, and his life. He had no power to resist as a hollow feel set in. Eventually his thoughts faded away and he simply floated there, oblivious to the panic of the people he loved.

Suddenly, warmth blossomed within him and somewhere far above, a sliver of light tore through the icy darkness. There was pressure on his chest that came and went, over and over again; it spread the warmth around his body and dispelled all the cold. The rift above him got bigger and brighter each time. When the cold started to come back, the warmth always returned and the process would start again. In time, the pressure stopped reappearing but the warm feeling was still there, spreading through him by itself.

The bright tear that had once been far above Logan was now close enough to touch. It had cast away the shadows that once surrounded him and seemed almost inviting. He reached out to the blinding rift but found himself stopped by shreds of darkness that dragged him back down. He should have fought them, and he would have fought them, but they were no longer freezing cold like before. They weren't warm or welcoming either. Even so, they didn't pull him down very far, and the rift didn't show any signs of disappearing. And he was so, so very tired. It would hurt to wait a bit, would it?

So he did. Logan waited and waited until they let him go. He didn't know how it had been, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was getting out of the void and to get somewhere safe. He reached out again. The moment his fingertips brushed the surface of the light, he felt himself be yanked through it.

For the first time in 3 weeks, Logan opened his eyes to see four blurry people standing next to him, his bedroom ceiling, and the broken glasses laying on the nightstand next to him. 

Chaos ensued.

~

If you somehow enjoyed this crap show with obvious mistakes then let me know if you'd like a continuation

But it might take a while